"Interlude" lyrics

Yeah
You know, always been a starter, Yungin don't do bench
Home run derby, I'm headed for the fence (Babe Ruth)
But instead of niggas standin up and cheer for me
Wanna see my momma cry, homies pour beer for me
Once again I'm a product what you made me
Solid as a rock, I couldn't sign with Jay-Z
See first Infrared, and then Bloodline
Now I'm a Yung Boss, shorty it's grill time
Back tatted for my niggas 'cause I love mine
And that is real talk, is no punchline
Yeah, and I ain't speakin no riddles
My bro had squares with stamps in the middle
He used to take trips they would pack up the rental
Pop was at the crib, still workin on a demo
Young, livin reckless, blowin on chronic
Momma sent me off to school, said her son was demonic
Secluded from the world, I couldn't see trees
But it gave me time to grow a little, time to do me
Writin' raps in my head, no beat
Fucked up bed, one pillow, no sheet
And my pops wrote a letter, and the bottom of it reads
"Your time's comin' soon, you'll be out in a week"
I moved out to Cali with my big sister Eve
She had faith in a youngin', she told me believe
Believe...