the 5th grade was the first i ever cried in class. i wouldnt give up my sack lunch, the nigga kicked my ass. hold up, actually i think it was the 2nd grade, before the christmas break, during a school play. if i remember, i think it was called “humbug.” i invited both my parents but neither of’em ever showed up. and that broke me down. but its whatever cuz i nailed every single one of my lines right, my best friend saw my tears and asked if ill be alright. its coo, im good man, but i need a ride tonight, no ones at my house, well my brother might. and ever since then i was able to bust my rhymes tight niggaz talkin down i show’em what this nines like. im not tryna do this for a minute shine, i packed the extra fuel, ill be flyin for a long time.