It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday, "Rap Attack", Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke? 'Duh-ha, duh-ha'
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good
Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, ♥♥♥♥♥