Outro lyrics

[Verse]
I'm on the run for all type of sh*t (Detroit)
Then we shot down to South by Southwest and I met Alchemist (The Chemist)
On Trapper's Alley: Pros & Cons, was plugged with Italians (Bold)
After Consignment, when I touched my first hundred thousand (Uh-huh)
On Grand Quarters, we was in that [?]
But My 1st Chemistry Set was my first official album (Mafia)
On Jammin' 30 a.m., was 76-milin'
Then we dropped another Trapper's Alley, the second volume (Two)
They say The Art of Rock Climbing was a collector's item
Told me not to drop The House of Blues, I might get indicted
Wanted to call it Pillmatic but Peter didn't like it (Uh-uh)
Was on my Nostradamus sh*t, it had me feeling psychic (For sure)
Almost got dropped from the label after I caught the case
Runnin' from the jake with a half-a-key of Frosted Flakes (Blockworks)
Was 6 Flaggin' all across the state (Uh-huh)
On my way to Beantown, Massachusetts with them Boston [bakes ?] (I'm for the ride)
I know they'd rather see me walk the plank (You know it)
All my n*ggas eatin' now but we used to get it off the plate (Swear)

[Outro]
I was doing this rap sh*t when it wasn't even cool to do it, n*gga (On baby 'nem)
When we was getting in trouble for writing raps in school and
Teachers snatching up the paper off a n*gga desk (Embarrassing, n*gga)
Reading in front of the class, calling the crib, telling a n*gga parents, n*gga
What you know about that? (Nothing)
Y'all ain't from that, n*ggas from this new Internet
Instagram, insta-famous sh*t (Weirdos)
n*ggas worked hard to build these fanbases
These buses, put all this work in the street
To build a n*gga name up (It ain't come over night)
So we be out here credible, n*gga, n*ggas can hang on to everything a n*gga say
They know a n*gga out here really in this sh*t, for real (Yeah)
Shoutout to all the real street-lifers out here still grittin' it out
(Don't let nothing break your concentration) Self-made
(Throw you off your square)
It's self-explanatory, baby, that money speak for itself (Talk to me, I talk back)
n*ggas ain't never drop [?] kicks, [?]
Had that [?] tucked, all that sh*t at the same time
n*gga can't relate to this real street sh*t a n*gga go through
All the bumps and bruises a n*gga take (All the Ls, all the losses)
And take that sh*t on the chin, my n*gga, keep grittin'
(This sh*t'll never stop)
Ayy, Wop, welcome home, my baby, it's on ('Til the casket drop)
ConCreatures, love live Mox
Know you smilin' down over the ghetto