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Yea Spank, up my nigga
Sup, whats happenin'
Yo son man, look at this man
be fuckin' changin' man

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

That man, but we through transition 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 used to take gold and snatch chains
In fact that changed, 'cuz the error of the crack was real

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

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

I spent hours writin'
And niggas like Smitty made gettin' look real easy
when
Damn son you takin' a nigga back now

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

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

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

The way I rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that I could be fly like Trent
Rockin' Filas, was the thing I couldn't deny
I used to read about supplies busted

guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted
The estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions
Ratti was the richest nigga 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 white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and analyze
'Cuz moves faster than the hands of time

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

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

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

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

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

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