I was only ten when I jumped in the fish grease, servin' junkies on 6th Street Wasn't on yet, now it's: Come get a sixteenth, I could front you a zip cheap Turnt eleven twice, Kevo did a twelve-piece way before I was thirteen First fourteen nigga ever touched, known to come with the morphine Now I'm fifteen, phone full of fiends, this is way before lean Watchin' Js bangin', shootin' up, sharing needles, soakin' them in chlorine Turnt seventeen, I was shootin' jams, eighteen, had a half-a-slab Nineteen when shit hit the fan, fled the crime scene with some sheet rock Age twenty, was a wanted man, now we high-speedin' through the speed knot Speedballin', tryna do the speed limit, state troopers in them speed traps Twenty-one, I was cornered off fighting for my life in a court of law Bonded out, found not guilty, know they sick they gotta run my cheese back Twenty-two, had a pill run, twenty-three, almost got done in Twenty-four, a nigga lost Swal', twenty-five, had a couple run-ins Twenty-six, I had my first child, twenty-seven when I first slowed down Twenty-eight, now we touchin' heavyweight, been applyin' pressure through the whole town Where we at with it? Is this the legacy you want to leave? Is this the legacy you want to leave? Ten tenths, that's a graham cracker, one and a half, that's a half tray Three-five, that's a ball of soft, no kiddie play, I been a class act With the Orajel, scale it up, seven soft, six hard, at a quarter 'til Gift wrappin' up them strip dinners, had to re-wrap it with the Glad wrap Trash bags full of dirty money, neatly stacked up in rubber bands Thirty-six by twenty-eight by two equal out a hundred bands Flew to Cali', drove to Arizona, soon as I touched, caught a flight back Plug sent it with a postcard, if being broke is funny, you a wisecrack So the split pop for twenty-five hundred, slow rollin' biggies for the five racks Keep a big pun with a kickdrum, stepped on the brickie like a hi-hat From Morgantown to the Jordan Downs, turnt around with a whole one on us, we Georgia Brown Remember grindin' in the rain, nights when it was pourin' down Now I'm in the Range hydroplanin', work whiter than a diner napkin Hood call me Sir Brick Van Exel A.K.A. Mr. Pyrex Chaplin Clio bangin' off the lilac, phone slappin' like a telethon Sent the plug a couple hundred thou', got me touchin' down like I'm Megatron Had to switch the route up Is this the legacy you want to leave? Is this the legacy you want to leave?