| Long time no see, long time no hear from from me ha? |
| Y’all niggas couldn’t shake me nigga |
| This CaTash homey, welcome to the album |
| (Control Freek~!) Listen |
| If I wrote a book about my, life, would anybody read it? |
| Probably not, and if y’all did y’all probably wouldn’t believe it |
| Y’all probably couldn’t conceive it, where I been and where I’m headed too |
| What the fuck I did, what I said and who I said it to |
| My mic’s aimed dead at you, so take a look |
| It starts from page three, chapter one, it’s my book |
| It took nine hours for CaTash to hit the pavement |
| Doctor slapped me on the ass, I slapped him back cause that’s some gay shit |
| I always had a way with words, they deserved |
| More than what they worth the way I play these curves |
| I hit the ground runnin through Columbus, Ohio |
| Peep it, peep it, that city’s kind of wild |
| Hyper, hyper, hyper since diapers |
| Me and my brother’s step daddy didn’t like us |
| He beat us repeated, he smacked and choked us |
| I’m only 12 years old, 'member? Kill your own roaches |
| I’m all tough for showbiz |
| My mom worked for Al Green, not a lot of people know this |
| But I was there when Al caught the grits |
| That’s the time he found the Lord, said fuck singin and quit! |
| My moms kept the shit cause I was out the business |
| Now turn to chapter three and peep other shit I done witnessed |