Different Worlds - The Alchemist

Yo, I grew up in the projects of QBC

I grew up in the lap of luxury where shit was love for me

I used to watch Sesame Street

I used to watch the D’s play the street

Plus I couldn’t wait to squeeze my first heat

I used to pray to God before I went to sleep every night

Same time, I was kissing them dice, hitting my number twice

Holding hammers with the heat, I was nice

Same time, I was popping cap guns on BMX bikes

With grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up Nikes

I was like 'fuck school, I ain’t going to class'

Easy money in the street, I was rolling with that

Never good at math but I knew how to add up cash

I used to win at spelling bees, my education was proper

My family wanted me to become a lawyer or doctor

I was a smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moonwalker

With a picture of my shorty inside of my school locker

I never had shit (I always had it all)

We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)

I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)

I was a hard head (I used to always listen)

We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)

We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)

I used to stay bent (I couldn’t hold my liquor)

It’s kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)

The first year of high school, my parents noticed me slipping

Smoking cigarettes, skipping class, catching detention

Every night all I heard was 'freeze'

Niggas getting bagged by the D’s and some bitch that got a disease

Fourteen and watching 'Yo!

MTV Raps' on 40-inch screens

I learned how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans

Wanted a Nefertiti piece, thought that’d be fresh

Me and my brother used to yank them shits straight off people’s necks

Summertime River Park jams at 1−2-fifth

Sticking kids with my identical twin

If I could go back in time, I would take you with me

Show you what it’s like to live a lifestyle to risky

I put in work on rhymes and beats while you was putting work on the streets

It’s bugged out, whoever would have thought that we’d meet

But it’s this rap shit that made this whole package complete

It put us in the studio and put these raps to this beat

I never had shit (I always had it all)

We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)

I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)

I was a hard head (I used to always listen)

We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)

We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)

I used to stay bent (I couldn’t hold my liquor)

It’s kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)

I’m West Coast, I’mma rep it forever

But I had to move to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar

To tell the truth, the only thing I really left was the weather

All of my friends the same, we always kept it together

Picture this, 'Shook Ones' drop, the Mobb on top

Now we rolling state to state with shows non-stop

Seen the money Hav and P was getting off of the top

Off of hip-hop, I wasn’t going back to the block

My man Muggs introduced me to you, Nitty and G.O.D

Brought me to the studio to play music for Hav and P

You can’t forget my dunns Noyd and Gotti

I was a nobody, they showed me love, told me they got me

Remember the first time I the bong?

I was doing it wrong

Choking so much 'til my high was gone

Then we showed you how to roll up dutchies, then it was on

Now we rolling all across the country with hit songs

I never had shit (I always had it all)

We used to play with guns (We used to play ball)

I used to pump crack (In school, I paid attention)

I was a hard head (I used to always listen)

We turned bitches out (I used to love them hoes)

We wore hand-me-downs (I always had new clothes)

I used to stay bent (I couldn’t hold my liquor)

It’s kinda bugged out (Two different stories in one picture)