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[Verse 1]
Reminiscin' on the days I ain't know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sure the family fed
Starin' at the ceiling, strugglin' to go to bed
Tryna pass class, split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feelin' so alone
A boy amongst men, I ain't even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road, I wanna play for Jerry Sloan
[Verse 2]
Got to college, me and mama had to setup the dorm
Shortly after, got the first tat on my upper arm
Hit the volleyball game, yeah, that welcome was warm (It was)
She cryin', drivin' off, time to weather the storm (A man)
First day I stumbled in, teacher hand us the syllabus (What's up?)
I'm Dame from East Oakland, I don't know if I'm feelin' this (Uh)
They notice the temperament right away ('Way)
Wonderin' if I should stay (Uh)
In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay (To the league)
They ask me, "Dame, how your classes?" (How was it?)
I saw a few distractions (I did)
But nothing serious enough to make me late for practice (Nah)
"I'll be there, coach (Yup), I'm jumpin' on the shuttle"
He said, "If you on time, that mean you late, you better hustle"
Grab my bags (Then I) got that Town swag (Uh)
IPod slappin', listenin' to Black Mags (Yeah)
That boy out on his own (Own), thinkin' that he grown (Grown)
Wet behind the ears, tryna show he got some stones
[Verse 3]
Reminiscin' on the days I ain't know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sure the family fed
Starin' at the ceiling, strugglin' to go to bed
Tryna pass class, split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feelin' so alone
A boy amongst men, I ain't even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road, I wanna play for Jerry Sloan
[Verse 4]
Been on campus for some time, but I ain't workin' hard enough
Claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to call my bluff (Honest)
I ain't have curfew, I'm seein' what that work do (What's happenin'?)
Up and through the campus, I could tell you e'ry perfume (I could)
Turnt at every party (Party), my cut on Steve Harvey
Tryna MC and be fly, call me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy (Tardy), we showed up like a army (Army)
A lot of love for hoopers (Hoopers)
A couple sports was salty (Hey, hey), I'm sorry
Eventually I got up on my job
Game winnin' treys, and I started catchin' lobs
Won a MVP, everybody givin' props
Broken fifth metatarsal, headed to the docs
Can't believe it, in my feelings, head up in my palms
Moms livin' with my auntie, set off an alarm
Stayed at school for summer 'cause the city doin' harm
'Bout to make the most of the given deck of cards
[Verse 5]
Reminiscin' on the days I ain't know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sure the family fed
Starin' at the ceiling, strugglin' to go to bed
Tryna pass class, split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feelin' so alone
A boy amongst men, I ain't even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road, I wanna play for Jerry Sloan
[Verse 6]
Fall 2011, I'm high minded, noble (Yeah)
Did the work, it's time for me to do what I'm supposed to (Let's get it)
Huey told me, "Dominate and let them coaches coach you" (I got you)
Started gettin' media, none of it was social (Whatever)
Elevated my mentality (What's happenin'?), all I see is casualties (Uh-huh)
How he get to Weber State? My performance baffling (Yeah)
All the girlies after me (Yeah, boy), I got reporters chattering
Started hearing whispers, they thinkin' 'bout drafting me (What?)
I'm to the lab, let's work that dribble jab (Can't stop me)
If I get this down, I'm gettin' 20 at the half (At the half)
They try to double me, I hit a shot, look at the staff (Boy)
I was in my bag, I'ma get the last laugh
Coach said, "Come on by my office, I got a bone to pick" (What's up?)
Busted out in tears, you know how them moments get (I'm shocked)
He said, "This year your last, gotta put you in the draft" (Okay)
The Blazers took me 6, that's a mission passed
[Verse 7]
Reminiscin' on the days I ain't know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sure the family fed
Starin' at the ceiling, strugglin' to go to bed
Tryna pass class, split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feelin' so alone
A boy amongst men, I ain't even wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road, I wanna play for Jerry Sloan
Written by: Damian Lillard
