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I 'member back when I to get schooled
Talking when everyone I knew used to be cool
Running brainless yeah we used to be fools
Grab a chain, shop had no use for the jewels
I what I wanted had no use for schools
I got kicked out of, had no use for the
Then all of a sudden I'm shooting at
A nigga couldn't slips of the stupidest move
Back when it to be safe
I love Pecknam guess I'm used to the
Talking bout the yes I'm used to the race
Early morning bagging up in a full of base
All for the of the taste
They to come and see me and it used to be laced
when a nigga used to drink Hennessy chased
Now I'm so stressed my Courvoisier's usually
A lot of devils in the but I move with the saints
nothing for a nigga to get your movement erased
You lose a man you can't get that shooter replaced
Every way you ever thought it usually ain't
Im looking and its cold out
Thinking how longer can i hold out
I've had enough and said it out my own mouth
I guess its in for the new, the old out
Skeletons in closest let the skulls out
I'm out on my own nigga no doubt
But if its on strap it up and roll out
Christmas niggas wrapping up whole house
I 'member back when it to be hard
Old school back when we used to be dawgs
Back it used to be laughs
Bag of weed days back it used to be halves
But a nigga's step up and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight gotta loosen the
Is he spitting real you'll stupid to ask
When fake niggas can't and make stupid remarks
Some niggas think dumber like moving to clark
Like hes portrayed that hes a yute to be crossed
Niggas put faces on and get to the mask
Then its like they get confused and where they are
Rolling with my in the car
Hes laughing while he holds a balloon in his
Thinking to when I used to wipe poo off his arse
For him not to grow up like me i'll be his arse
On the road to redemption, too many tasks
I'd like to tell my story but there's too many parts
But anything you need to know all you do is ask
Show him guidance so he don't ruin his
Cos growing up got me thinking wisely
Done a lot of silly shit to piss of the
So if I got to his heavenly
And I was standing outside do you he'll invite me?
All for a couple of
The big spliff in my mouth and a cup of that
A .45 and a of rounds
To be the niggas well to make duppies in town
The street life has its ups and its
the craziest yute ain't as tough as he sounds
It's that fear factor got him off of the ground
The last thing he heard brudda scream now he's stuck with the sound
And you'll never forget it happened
That's the way it goes right from ghetto to Clapham
I lie I'm upset that's the pattern
That's why track you hear is infected with passion
I accept the
mad streets where I stepped in them Jordans
Thats why every time I open my in the morning
I thank God for blessing my organs