 Stayin' at grandma's, huddled in front of the open oven Rubbin' our hands together like baby with cameras around Manic, depressed, drawn to my tool Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or less I handle my failures way better than I ever handled success And I let you boys be the loudest Holdin' my faux faux from 94 on my retro kick Before I let you let go clips I let Michael Jordan be my stylist I rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits I been poppin' since I was 5, that was in 82