Roca Beats
I remember I was fifteen, pocket full of lint
With a vision of myself up on the big screen, uh
Big dreams, for a nigga brought up
Around pimps, thugs, and limpin dope fiends, uh
More green, what I needed to get, trapped between pimpin pins
Daddy serving them bricks, I made a wise choice, decision I made
Made me into the man that I am today, so peep game
Say, bitch you cant break me, bitch you cant break me
They know they cant break me, cant break me
Shout out to my niggas that kept left, I turned right
Hold it down baby, well kick it up in the next life, uh
Really wish my niggas wouldve listened
When they told us theres two ways out and ones prison
Such precision within that statement
Listen to the game Im giving you, cause mane its sacred
Past, you cant change it mane make them changes today, my nigga
Before its too late, some days I feel its too much up on my plate
But then again its the price that a nigga got to pay to make it
Word to Jay, maintain through the pain
Bitch, it aint no debate, that a nigga cant break me
Take me out the game, but they know its too late
Speeding down a lane that a young nigga paved
Way that I was raised set a young nigga apart from yall
I recall yall would doubt me, and now yall call me
Bitch, hold up 
Bitch, hold up 
I gotta go right now, thats all
Nothing to it, dont expect no call
Yall been plotting on me, praying I fall
I been working, I been giving my all
I gotta go right now, thats all
Nothing to it, dont expect no call
Yall been plotting on me, praying I fall
I been working, I been giving my all