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

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

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

I'm about to take your minds on a
'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 was real

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

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

I spent writin' graffiti
And niggas like made gettin' rich look real easy
when
Damn son you takin' a back right now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Know what I'm son
Niggas was holdin' it down back
Fat Cat, Montana, Big Wall, Queen
Niggas for the

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

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