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I 'member back I used to get schooled
Talking bout 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 knew what I had no use for schools
I got kicked out of, had no use for the
all of a sudden I'm shooting at dudes
A nigga couldn't slips of the stupidest move
Back when it to be safe
I love guess I'm used to the place
Talking bout the yes I'm used to the race
Early morning bagging up in a full of base
All for the love of the
They to come and see me and it used to be laced
Remember when a nigga used to Hennessy chased
Now I'm so my Courvoisier's usually straight
A lot of devils in the game but I with the saints
There's for a nigga to get your movement erased
You a nigga man you can't get that shooter replaced
Every way that you ever thought it ain't
Im outside and its cold out
how much longer can i hold out
I've had enough and I've said it out my own
I its in for the new, throw the old out
Skeletons in nigga's 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 up your whole house
I 'member when it used to be hard
Old school days back we used to be dawgs
Back when it used to be
Bag of days back when it used to be halves
But a nigga's gotta up and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight gotta the grasp
Is he spitting shit you'll stupid to ask
fake niggas can't understand and make stupid remarks
Some niggas even think dumber moving to clark
hes ever portrayed that hes a yute to be crossed
Niggas put faces on and get used to the
its like they get confused and lose where they are
Rolling my yute in the car
Hes laughing while he holds a balloon in his
Thinking back to when I to wipe poo off his arse
For him not to grow up like me i'll be his arse
On the road to redemption, there's too tasks
I'd like to tell my whole but there's too many parts
But anything you to know all you do is just ask
Show him so he don't ruin his chance
Cos up got me thinking more wisely
Done a lot of silly shit to of the almighty
So if I got to his gates
And I was standing outside do you think he'll me?
All for a couple of
The big in my mouth and a cup of that brown
A .45 and a couple of
To be the niggas well to make duppies in town
The street has its ups and its downs
Even the craziest yute ain't as tough as he
It's just that fear got him off of the ground
The last thing he that brudda scream now he's stuck with the sound
And you'll forget that it happened
That's the way it goes down right from to Clapham
I can't lie I'm upset that's the
That's why every track you hear is with passion
I accept the
Them mad streets where I in them Jordans
Thats why every time I open my in the morning
I thank God for blessing my organs