The world is yours re-adjust it to your own setting,
As soon as I walk all these niggas start sweating,
What goes up must come down call it gravity,
Damn what I do for all these niggas to be mad at me,

Im coming up turning my dreams into reality,
One day ima make my family proud of me,
Tryna turn nothing into something since day one,
Grinding hard under the sun everything I done,

Todo por mis padres que merecen el mundo y más,
Love them both with every piece of my existing core,
I didnt forget you Lil Gabby yeah my backbone, 
How much you have grown you are never alone,

Until we meet again chill & take shots of Patron,
Nick your family is always welcome to my new home,
Congrats on the baby I will love him like my own,
Im glad to see you happy we came a long way,

From back in the day till this very day,
Many days to come what can I say,
The american dreams isnt what it seems,
Its what you make it fuck the white picket fence,

Niggas scrapping for dollas & a couple of cents,
This makes no sense the rich gets richer,
The poor gets poorer but to what expense,
Pray to god for another day give me the strength,

Walk with me in my footsteps no matter the length,
Stuck like heat on concrete a feeling describe,
As pain rushing in my vein shit im going insane,
Tears drops like rain damn its hard to maintain,

A smile on my face as I reminicse into the past,
I guess some things were just not meant to last,
Standing tall trying not to fall thinking bout life,
A blessing & a curse like a double edge knife,

On the way to the top aint nothin ever gonna stop,
Grind till my dreams come true nothing new,
Tight crew small clique making money hella quick,
2pac’s on the alpine crusing all the way past nine,

Growing up with nothing 
All I wanted was a lil something
Makin money was the mission 
Getting rich was my ambition, (X2)

Gangsta rap & with 2 glocks selling crack rocks,
Dreaming about a better life for me & my family,
Thank god for everything he ever gave me,
Always Staying humble clocking the minor figures,

Hand full of niggas that could actually pull a trigga,
Back on my hood shit everything is all good,
Hit rock bottom long time ago came back up,
Patron & ciroc mixed with coke double cup,

Sipping on this liqour to get fucked up quicker,
Young lil vato never been a sapo simpre callado,
Al cien en el barrio con mi cuete, buena suerte,
Aki pistando con los vatos locos ya vete,

Gotta work to make an honest living thats bond,
Shoot for the stars nah I go way beyond,
Footprints on the moon why would I ever stop,
No breaks until I reach the very very top,

Im sorry mother sorry father for all the struggle,
Both in pain and I was the main cause of trouble,
Mother called the cops cuz the stupid shit I did,
Came crying to the station cuz I acted like a kid,

If I could go back I would go back and act wise,
I despise myself for fooling my self with the lies,
I hate to see my mother cry I realize what I done,
Facing the truth like facing the barrel of a gun,

Theres no where to run I take a look at the sun,
Looking back at mama tears running thru her eyes,
The pain in my heart It dosent show in disguise,
I apologize for always coming with a new suprise,

More pain to you mama more then I can visualize,
I start to reminisce then regret things in the past ,
I promise pops & mama the good times will last,
I grew up way to fast, (X2) 


Ive been thru it all been thru sucidal situtations
If I die tonight I left a legacy for future genrations

Sweet 17 (Prod. Don Mojo & Scarface Martin Beats)

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