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

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

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

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

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

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

I spent hours writin'
And niggas like Smitty made gettin' look real easy
when
Damn son you a nigga back right 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 nothin' moves faster than the of time

And I remember the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Queens
And tactical teams making headlines
Being big time get you fed time

vibe, pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, C's 'bout 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 wish that I could be fly Black Trent
Rockin' Filas, was the thing I couldn't deny
I used to read about supplies busted

'Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin'
Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my
when
Yeah, son was doing his

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

Before my story ends, rest in to Killa Ben
And live niggas you live again
Sometimes I close my and just reminisce
And wonder how a lotta got so rich

I can't forget RK, he lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and a sales from rooftops, yea
You shoulda seen the deez when bought the red 3-Roller
Memories of those are golden

Yea, for all my legends
burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yea, mean

what I'm sayin' son
Niggas was holdin' it back then
Fat Cat, Montana, Big Wall, Queen
for the team

Motherfuckin' my man Supreme Magnetic and Four
All them Brooklyn
Alpo? And all them niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George all them niggas

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