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Yea Spank, what up my
Sup, baby whats
Yo son man, look at shit man
Times be changin' man

what I'm sayin' man
I wish we go back sometimes
You what I mean
No doubt son, you know we all

That man, but we goin' through right now baby
Son as long as I got my with me
But let me yo

I'm about to your minds on a trip
'Cuz I rhyme I kick 'The Realness'
Remember niggas to take gold frames and snatch chains
In fact that changed, 'cuz the error of the crack game was

Mad nights, I to daydream
Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? Or Green for Ring?
I used to be to fly rides
Had a to get my cream and eventually rise

I became a little nigga money type often
the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forces
I saw and got my first taste for power
I never knew grams of powder make bags of dollars

I spent hours graffiti
And niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look easy
Remember
Damn son you takin' a nigga back now

Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just
'Cuz moves faster than the hands of time

And I remember when the drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Southside
And tactical narcotics teams making
Being big could get you fed time

Undercover vibe, out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin' C's D's
I heard stories 'bout 300 E's
Yo the of a analyst is mine so handle it

The way I right rhymes, considered a
I used to that I could be fly like Black Trent
Rockin' Filas, rhyme was the I couldn't deny
I used to read about supplies gettin'

'Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The feds Fat Cat was gettin' millions
Black Ratti was the richest in my building
Remember
Yeah, son was doing his

To all my ghetto legends, live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and analyze
'Cuz moves faster than the hands of time

my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben
And niggas memories you live again
I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how a lotta cats got so

I can't forget RK, he introduced of loose rocks
A few cops, and a lotta sales rooftops, yea
You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red
Memories of those are golden

Yea, for all my ghetto
Ever burrough, all my who was thorough
Yea, mean

Know I'm sayin' son
was holdin' it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall,
Niggas for the

Motherfuckin' my man Supreme Magnetic and Green?
All them Brooklyn
And all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George all Bronx niggas

Niggas was money back then son
The Glory Days, know I'm sayin''
Y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word