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I 'member back when I to get schooled
Talking bout when everyone I knew used to be
Running round brainless yeah we to be fools
Grab a chain, pawn shop had no use for the
I knew what I wanted had no use for
I got out of, had no use for the rules
Then all of a I'm shooting at dudes
A nigga couldn't make slips of the move
Back it used to be safe
I Pecknam guess I'm used to the place
Talking bout the yes I'm used to the race
Early morning up in a room full of base
All for the of the taste
They used to 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 straight
A lot of devils in the game but I with the saints
nothing for a nigga to get your movement erased
You a nigga man you can't get that shooter replaced
Every way that you ever it usually ain't
Im outside and its cold out
Thinking how 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 closest let the out
I'm out here on my own no doubt
But if its on strap it up and roll out
niggas wrapping up your whole house
I back when it used to be hard
Old school days back we used to be dawgs
Back it used to be laughs
Bag of weed days when it used to be halves
But a nigga's gotta up and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight loosen the grasp
Is he spitting shit you'll stupid to ask
When fake niggas can't understand and make stupid
Some niggas even dumber like moving to clark
Like hes ever portrayed that hes a yute to be
Niggas put on and get used to the mask
Then its like they get confused and lose they are
Rolling my yute in the car
Hes laughing while he holds a balloon in his
Thinking back to I used to wipe poo off his arse
For him not to grow up like me i'll be schooling his
On the road to redemption, there's too tasks
I'd to tell my whole story but there's too many parts
But anything you to know all you do is just ask
Show him guidance so he don't ruin his
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 think invite me?
All for a of pound
The big in my mouth and a cup of that brown
A .45 and a of rounds
To be the niggas well known to make duppies in
The street has its ups and its downs
Even the craziest yute ain't as tough as he
It's just that factor got him off of the ground
The last thing he heard that scream now he's stuck with the sound
And you'll never forget that it
That's the way it goes down from ghetto to Clapham
I can't lie I'm that's the pattern
That's why track you hear is infected with passion
I accept the
Them mad streets I stepped in them Jordans
why every time I open my eyes in the morning
I thank God just for blessing my