| Apartment babies. | 
| Me and my brother and sister | 
| Mom’s was working relentless, living on public assistance | 
| Pizza parties thanks to Papa Johns and seven food stamps | 
| «I don’t care if your friends get to go out late, boy, but you can’t.» | 
| And when my step pops actually came around it felt like boot camp | 
| So I bounced out at fourteen, yeah, I had a new plan | 
| Everything from selling crack to stolen cars | 
| Thinking back on that was no facade | 
| I was living like there wasn’t no tomorrow | 
| That feel-less feeling before the fall | 
| Moved in with twin sisters, they was twenty | 
| Both had money | 
| I was fifteen lying 'bout my age, in them days I’d say anything like a dummy | 
| It was funny | 
| For my birthday, Mom’s put sixteen candles on the cake | 
| I told her, «Hold up, wait. | 
| She think I’m turning eighteen, please don’t go | 
| blow my spot today!» | 
| She said, «Boy, I’m not gon' lie for you. | 
| If she don’t ask then I won’t tell.» | 
| I found out family gon' ride for you even if you put 'em all through hell. | 
| And I definitely put them all through hell | 
| But I grew up to be a better man, yeah | 
| Time do tell | 
| Came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| Twenty now working two jobs, rapping on the side | 
| This time around I’ma do it different, I’ve made up my mind | 
| Had a couple girls along the way say they down for the ride | 
| But nothing ever really lasted us to detest the time | 
| Those with the best of times, we was all broke and everybody was cool with it | 
| Crashed on the couch at the homie’s house, went to high school with him | 
| He was the first one to say, «Yo, we could do this music shit for real, | 
| If you keep your ass out the streets long enough to get a record deal.» | 
| And we chased that dream six years straight, ever moved out to L.A. | 
| off pure fate? | 
| Didn’t work out, went our own ways. | 
| Ain’t seen him in years since just the | 
| other day | 
| He said, «I don’t even rap no more.» | 
| Told him that I just got back off tour | 
| Said he was happy I got everything I was asking for, and that I came a long way | 
| Came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| I came a long way, aye | 
| I came a long way | 
| Step Pops |