[Intro: RJAE]
Yeah, yeah
Been through the storm with it
We done been through so much, it's just—
This is greatness and this how legends are made (Ayy, Royce, you did it right there)

[Verse 1: RJAE, Tyre Hakim & DJ Clue]
Yeah, I'm from the land of the gutter where n***as'll kill they brother
Do shady shit to they mans and serve crack to they mothers
And I come straight from the slums with guns where they don't love us
Police catch a body, get off, they know the judges (Woah)
Yeah, over here thеy not your savior
You get lined up like a tapеr just for lying on your neighbor
Got a water full of gators in it
Mixing pineapple Fanta, full of purp', look like a Laker
I was sitting in the trap, they shaved the crack down with a razor
Bust you in your super dome, like, is you retarded or something?
N***as poppin' off shots, is this a part of the function?
Put the switches on the Glock when it's shot it sounds like it's stuttering
The cops come out on the block and I don't know nothing
That's why the murder rates in the summer change
Been ducking 12 in hurricanes
Was bleeding out for hours in Nicki house 'til my mother came
And wrapped me in that towel, and asked me why I'm stressing
I been using tools to stretch it
Ain't have a youthful adolescence, n***a
[Chorus: Tyre Hakim & RJAE]
Yeah, two different worlds, same pain (Same pain)
A tale of two legends and how we maintain (And how we maintain)
Hey, only the strong survive (Only the strong survive)
I'm just doing what I do, it ain't no wrong or right, no
Two different worlds, same pain (Two different worlds, same pain)
Two different tales, same page (Two different tales, same page)
We been through hell, but that's how legends are made (That's how legends are made)
So to be honest, I think it's better this way (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Tyre Hakim & RJAE]
South Side made me, I'm Kanye crazy
I'm a '90's baby, I know nothing 'bout the '80's
All about my paper, I'm like, "Fuck you, pay me"
I'm a businessman, I got the blueprint from Jay-Z
Bro, I was born inside the 9
Not too far from where Slim died
Where the hot boys thrive, so can a hot boy shine?
Bitch, I spit gasoline, let me in and light these rhymes
I set your stupid ass on fire, don't go no plans to retire
And all that fake stuff rapping shit burnt out like SRT tires
We ain't meeting something new, so here I am I'm from the booth (Yeah)
I'm from the land, it's like a zoo
I keep a fan, so play it cool
I'm not a fan of none of you
I went and ran with what I knew
Chitown, we don't call it Chirag
N***as dyin' where I'm at
Hearing sirens back-to-back
N***as killed my dog, I told 'em when we find 'em, it's a wrap
Put my heart in all these songs, I told you n***as I don't rap, no
[Chorus: RJAE]
Two different worlds, same pain (Two different worlds, same pain)
Two different tales, same page (Two different tales, same page)
We been through hell, but that's how legends are made (That's how legends are made)
So to be honest, I think it's better this way

[Outro: DJ Clue]
Legendary shit
Roc life Familia
Puma, you know the—