Lyrics

No silver spoon yo I came up the hard way
Mama in the kitchen after work got on em hot plates
NO it ain't safe where I was born we had em locked gates
Now we elevated but we made it out the hard way
No silver spoon yo I came up the hard way
Mama in the kitchen after work got on em hot plates
NO it ain't safe where I was born we had em locked gates
Now we elevated but we made it out the long way

I used to sit and I would dream about the day
When we'd be living large off this rapping getting paid
When we wouldn't need to stress about the rent coz we set
And money wasn't something we'd be struggling to get
No it wasn't easy coz it's hard to get a job
Criminal records kept a dude from moving on
Best to hit the booth coz it's the only thing I got
Only ticket out my only chance my only shot
Dollar and a dream I hit the mic and I unleashed
Released my inner demons on a page and it was sweet
Now I'm on different stages different places and my face is
Seen on many posters but regardless still chasing
Some tell me I aint made it best believe that Ima get it
As long as God is willing and as long as I'm still living
As long as my spirit keep on kicking and im driven
As long as I'm committed and as long as I'm relentless
Ima get it man

No silver spoon yo I came up the hard way
Mama in the kitchen after work got on em hot plates
NO it ain't safe where I was born we had em locked gates
Now we elevated but we made it out the hard way
No silver spoon yo I came up the hard way
Mama in the kitchen after work got on em hot plates
NO it ain't safe where I was born we had em locked gates
Now we elevated but we made it out the long way

I reminisce about my brothers that are no longer here (rest in peace SYNTIFIC)
If I don't do this for myself then Ima do it for them
So I carry the weight of broken dreams on my shoulders
Do it for my soldiers R.I.P. yo I told ya
One day man we gon hit it big
Videos and all thats exactly what I did
Though many didn't believe in me many used to doubt
I believed in me thats the only thing that counts
Hunger is a motivator only when you let it turn your pain to a story and get paid when you tell it
Now I got em screaming PettiKash what a feelin.
This is my life my story that I'm sellin
Spit it with that fire burning deep inside my soul
Though I'm spitting flames yo I spit em Ice Cold
Till the day that I return to the ground from which I came
Ima go hard son this will never change

No silver spoon yo I came up the hard way
Mama in the kitchen after work got on em hot plates
NO it ain't safe where I was born we had em locked gates
Now we elevated but we made it out the hard way
No silver spoon yo I came up the hard way
Mama in the kitchen after work got on em hot plates
NO it ain't safe where I was born we had em locked gates
Now we elevated but we made it out the long way