Intro - Fashawn, Exile

Came out the womb '88

Landed on this planet, CA, the Sunshine State

Oblivious to the problems I’d soon face

FC, home of the brave, the mindstate reckless

Government deciding your fate

Stick-up kids, hit licks, divide the cake

How I survived my youth without catching a shell?

Writing them lyrics you can feel like braille

It’s my life, my love, my stripes and scars

Sweat dripping from the nozzle of the pen

I did it despite the odds

Who nice as 'Shawn?

Excite the universe when I recite a bar

Precise, when I ride the drums I outshine the sun

Brainstorm, I provide the flood

I can turn a whole metropolis to a peninsula

Ink-pen emperor, slang remain infinite

I came to rearrange the game from all angles

Paid dues, made my move to Los Angel-s

Rock like Aesop, sound like a fable

Kerosene flow--melt microphone cables

Coming from the bottomless pit to the top of the globe

Santiago the Prince;

where the fuck is my robe?

One minute till 6 in the morn'

You know the area code, 5−59 into my zone

Then came Exile, emerged out the Blu

A nigga with an attitude

Who knew I would maneuver through the manure and come out clean?

Still, I’m just a kid with the world on a string