Been A While

Eighteen, all grown up, bread on the streets

Got wheels, got cash, got a job and I'm sweet

Stretch the money, cause worries are like currency

Stay away from the evil people that try and bugging me

Considering pick pocketing wristwatches

Or flipping quarter key green packs or just hip hop

I got a choice follow in my father's steps

Or man up and get farther yet, father with the steps

Sort it with four quarters or four tracks

Before orders of four burgers or Big Macs

Six pack nuggets and dank socks

I was ducking the cops, or trying to duck a hook from my pops