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I back when I used to get schooled
Talking bout when everyone I used to be cool
round brainless yeah we used to be fools
Grab a chain, pawn shop had no use for the
I knew what I wanted had no use for
I got kicked out of, had no use for the
Then all of a sudden I'm shooting at
A nigga couldn't make slips of the move
Back when it to be safe
I love Pecknam guess I'm used to the
Talking bout the trap yes I'm used to the
Early morning bagging up in a room of base
All for the of the taste
They used to come and see me and it used to be
Remember when a nigga used to drink chased
Now I'm so my Courvoisier's usually straight
A lot of devils in the game but I with the saints
There's nothing for a nigga to get your erased
You a nigga man you can't get that shooter replaced
Every way that you ever thought it ain't
Im looking outside and its out
Thinking how much longer can i out
I've had enough and I've it out my own mouth
I its in for the new, throw the old out
Skeletons in closest let the skulls out
I'm out here on my own nigga no
But if its on strap it up and roll out
niggas wrapping up your whole house
I 'member back when it to be hard
Old school back when we used to be dawgs
Back when it used to be
Bag of weed days back it used to be halves
But a nigga's gotta up and loosen the past
I'm holding on too tight gotta loosen the
Is he spitting real shit you'll to ask
When fake can't understand and make stupid remarks
Some even think dumber like moving to clark
Like hes ever that hes a yute to be crossed
Niggas put faces on and get used to the
Then its like they get confused and lose where are
Rolling my yute in the car
Hes while he holds a balloon in his arms
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 many
I'd to tell my whole story but there's too many parts
But you need to know all you do is just ask
Show him guidance so he don't his chance
Cos up got me thinking more wisely
Done a lot of silly shit to piss of the
So if I got to his heavenly
And I was standing do you think he'll invite me?
All for a couple of
The big spliff in my mouth and a cup of that
A .45 and a couple of
To be the niggas well known to make in town
The street life has its ups and its
Even the craziest yute ain't as as he sounds
It's that fear factor got him off of the ground
The last he heard that brudda scream now he's stuck with the sound
And you'll never forget that it
the way it goes 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 where I stepped in them Jordans
Thats why every time I my eyes in the morning
I thank God just for my organs