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I 'member back when I used to get
Talking bout when I knew used to be cool
Running round yeah we used to be fools
a chain, pawn shop had no use for the jewels
I what I wanted had no use for schools
I got out of, had no use for the rules
Then all of a sudden I'm at dudes
A couldn't make slips of the stupidest move
Back when it used to be
I Pecknam guess I'm used to the place
Talking the trap yes I'm used to the race
Early morning bagging up in a room full of
All for the love of the
They used to come and see me and it to be laced
when a nigga used to drink Hennessy chased
Now I'm so my Courvoisier's usually straight
A lot of devils in the but I move with the saints
There's nothing for a to get your movement erased
You lose a nigga man you can't get shooter replaced
Every way that you ever it usually ain't
Im looking and its cold out
how much 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 niggas it up and roll out
niggas wrapping up your whole house
I 'member when it used to be hard
Old school days back when we to be dawgs
when it used to be laughs
Bag of weed back when it used to be halves
But a gotta step up and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight gotta the grasp
Is he spitting shit you'll stupid to ask
When fake can't understand and make stupid remarks
Some niggas even think like moving to clark
Like hes ever that hes a yute to be crossed
Niggas put on and get used to the mask
Then its like they get confused and where they are
Rolling my yute in the car
Hes laughing while he a balloon in his arms
Thinking to when I used to wipe poo off his arse
For him not to up like me i'll be schooling his arse
On the to redemption, there's too many tasks
I'd like to tell my whole story but too many parts
But anything you need to all you do is just ask
him guidance so he don't ruin his chance
Cos up got me thinking more wisely
Done a lot of shit to piss of the almighty
So if I got to his heavenly
And I was standing outside do you he'll invite me?
All for a of pound
The big in my mouth and a cup of that brown
A .45 and a couple of
To be the niggas well known to make duppies in
The life has its ups and its downs
Even the craziest yute as tough as he sounds
It's just that fear factor got him off of the
The last thing he heard that brudda now he's stuck with the sound
And you'll forget that it happened
That's the way it down right from ghetto to Clapham
I lie I'm upset that's the pattern
That's why every track you hear is infected passion
I the importance
Them mad streets where I stepped in them
Thats why every time I my eyes in the morning
I thank God for blessing my organs