| Came a long way from my yesterdays |
| Said fuck bein' broke and went got paid |
| Went from livin' minimum wage to havin' it made |
| Big Slim livin' way better than lil' Stayve |
| Had to learn how to save, got my hustle up |
| Skinny nigga, had to grind, get my muscles up |
| I turned a dollar to a mil' |
| And I did it myself, I ain’t even need a deal |
| Still rappin', lookin' like I’m goin' platinum |
| I live this shit for real, still never did cappin' |
| Trunk slappin' as I slide in my ride |
| Thinkin' way back to them days on that Northside |
| Was on that Homestead tryna stack some bread |
| Or chasin' bank on Gulf Bank, tryna find some head |
| Used to be in Studewood playin' bones with Lou |
| Ask them boys in Greenspoint, they saw me comin' through |
| Had box from 1960s to Tomball |
| Ask them boys in Fifth Ward, they saw how we crawl |
| Still got a few from the 44 to the Woodlands |
| Crosby back down to Humble, I’m good, man |
| All the way down 290, they be tryna find me |
| Catch me on that 4540, laws behind me |
| I’m glad I changed my ways from my yesterdays |
| But I’m still that nigga that my yesterdays made |