Product Of My Environment (feat. Kota the Friend & Erick the Architect)

Ayy, yeah Ayy, ayy, uh 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 bench, then you know what he said? "I'll call you Caution, it seems fittin' for your character That wild child that run around Bad at taking rules and always fresh when he run his mouth" Maybе it was destiny to name him something that hе was all about The process a lot harder than it seemed In middle school, he started writing in his book full of dreams (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 Poppin' pills like they vitamins, that shit not exciting him Still he turned out dope (dope) So yeah Guess he's just a product of his environment Yeah, uh I'm just a product of my environment Uh, save up, get a pack, serve the hood, get it back If I see the opps, they receivin' 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 doin' well Went to college, graduated, met a girl, had kids We both from the trap, but they made it out this shit And I'm glad 'cause I'm here and I'm stressed out Bullets in my door, this ain't livin', it's something different We never had a pot to piss in Mama an alcoholic and Daddy just a lazy optimistic That'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 and with the money come the hate I got a ulcer in my stomach, but the cash rules I'm just a product of my environment I'm just a product of my environment Ayy, the way I came up, man, I can argue for less Mom's totally blind, Pop's partially deaf Always strive without the strength, the weight is all in my chest Most important is the love when postpartum depressed Ma raised her two sons, she named 'em Chris and Ron By the time I was conceived, grandpa already gone Never met him but I struggle with the thought That my dad is in Jamaica while my moms is in New York Thank God that they ain't split up Too many without pops is gettin' hit up When the opposition break your optimism and you give up A Reiki healer told me I was born with guilt So when you say you lost your way, I know just how you feel (right) Cry tears to fill a bathtub, it's all relative I'm transparent like the films, I made negatives (shit) Comparing pain with another? It's irrelevant We all goin' through some shit (yo, yo, yo), but who's tellin' it? I hated seeing through they 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 (basics) I guess I'm a product of my environment