Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy This is how the story begins Yeah, uh
It started as a little middle aged married couple who just had an only kid to raise Sean Joseph, and then about five years later Conceived a little Jesse on vacation to Jamaica They was, they was living in Brooklyn from the basin His dad wanted life with no limitations Took him to the park and covered his head with yellow tape from the then you know what he said "I'll call you Caution, it seems fitting for your character That wild child that run around Bad at taking rules and always fresh when he runs his mouth Maybe it was dеstiny to name him something that he was all about" Thе process a lot harder than it seemed In middle school he started writing in his book full of dreams He told his friends he had these rhymes and raps He tried to flow, they just smiled and laughed 'cause they was at the park doing shit that he wouldn't do Well he was there too but a different path he would choose Popping pills like the vitamins, that shit not exciting him Still he turned out dope So yeah, guess he's just a product of his environment Yeah, I'm just a product of my environment
Save up, get a pack, serve the hood, get it back If I see the opps, they receiving shots Never leave the block 'cause gotta get these dollars Streets don't sleep so neither do I cuz Got a couple homies in the ground Got a couple homies in the cell Got a couple homies doing well Went to college, graduated, met a girl, had kids We both from the trap but they made it out the shit And I'm glad 'cause I'm here and I'm stressed out Bullets in my door, they living is something different We never had a pot to piss in Momma a alcoholic and daddy just a lazy optimistic There's ass whoopings and empty fridges Ever since a youngin was hustling 'cause I had to Junior high selling dime bags out the bathroom Now I'm selling weight, with the money come in hate I got a in my stomach but the cash rules I'm just a product of my environment I'm just a product of my environment
The way I came up man, I can't argue for less Moms totally blind, pops partially deaf Always strive my chest depressed Mom raised her two sons, she named 'em By the time I was conceived, grandpa already gone Never met him but I struggle with it though Though my daddy's in Jamaica while my moms is in New York Thank God that they ain't split up Too many without our pops is gettin' hit up When the opposition break your optimism and you give up told me I was born with guilt So when you say you lost your way I know just how you feel Cry tears to fill a bathtub it's all relative I'm transparent like the films, I made negatives Comparing pain with another? That's irrelevant We all going through some shit, but who's telling it? Y'all haters seeing through their lens, grateful that I ain't dumb Never been ashamed of who I am or where I came from Fuck the mainstream, I stream through rivers like the ancients My head inside my studies help me break it down to basics I guess I'm just a product of my environment
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