Verse 1 
I've been on the blacktop 
Steady throwing elbows 
Ever since I was was in corduroys and velcros 
Ever since you did your impression of Melrose 
Pace 
a giggling gaggle of Tickle me Elmos 
I ate some wheaties and graduated to shell toes [bad word] from a bully, man I'm thinking [bad word] no 
chain me to a tree, I'm waiting for the bulldozer 
You only woulda seen skate away if [bad word] froze 
May not be bigger but you're never gonna pick on me 
You're Cedric Diggory. I'm Nicholas Nickleby 
You better pick a team 
There's no in between 
You want a nickelbag 
You want some nicotine 
You wanted a fix 
I will never be your goldmine 
Taking my kicks 
And I'm hanging em over the phoneline 
So you can find me, posted feeling so fine 
I'm not looking for a co-sign 

Verse 2 
At Buena Vista elementary in second grade 
One whistle is when recess ends 
Two whistles is an earthquake drill 
Three means every kid better hit the deck 
Unless you want to catch a stray bullet or a ricochet from a fight across the chainlink fence 
I know that I don't look it but grew up in the middle of the city where only the quick make friends 
kid in Frisco 
navigating Lombard 
no On Star 
I'm on BART 
no lawn darts 
not saying I'm hard 
But I got street val for my pokemon cards 
Better put me onto Pawn stars 
And I'll Barter like my gramma when she wants art 
Every block or two I skate around another beggar 
Leaning on a cop car 
Baked as a pop tart