Well, let me, Inform you bout a girl like me
See I come from a place where the streets don't sleep


See I come from a place where the streets don't sleep
And I come from a place where they keep that heat


Where most don't eat, But I gotta get mine
If it ain't bout money see I ain't got time


But I'm on my grind, see I come for mine
Reside in a place where most don't shine


Come for the time spot, Candy paint and high tops
Open up a door introduced to the hard knock, life


So pass that mic, so sick of everybody saying they ''bout that life''
When you couldn't even walk a half a inch in my nikes


And I wish you might, say i'm not the sickest
Kill em' with the lyrics I deliver, and I, guarantee you couldn't find nobody illa


And I'm... surrounded by crack feens and killas
And everybody now a days claim they real as $#&@ but I just see a bunch of pretenders


That claim they got this, and claim they did that
But if something real popped off they'll be the first to rat MH.


But on another note I know most of you haven't heard of me
Starting off here locally, but soon to pop off globally


Coming from the projects, so its only right we gotta eat
Starting from the bottom, still here, so ain't nobody putting a stop in me


Obviously everything I spit is not a fairytale
Got people close to me residing behind a prison cell


And where i'm from you got babies who on the block that's slangin' L's
But then again where i'm from you do just what you gotta to obtain a meal


And a mil is what i'm into, got money upon my mental
You can check out my credentials and you can peep just what i'm into


And I grind cause what I been through
You looking at the future the lyrical kama-sutra


And this here the introduction and get used to what you tuned in to