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Reminiscing on the I ain't know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the fed
at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna class split the needle with a thread
Far from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even cologne
Girls me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Sloan

Got to me and mama had to setup the dorm
after got the first tat on my my upper arm
Hit the volley ball game yea welcome was warm
She driving off time to weather the storm
First day I stumbled in teacher us the syllabus
I'm Dame east Oakland I don't know if I'm feeling this
The notice the temperament right
Wonderin if I stay
In my heart I know this the right move for nicer pay
They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few
But nothin serious enough to me late for practice
I'll be there coach, I'm on the shuttle
He said if you on time that mean you late you better
Grab my bags, got that swag
slappin, listenin to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, thinking he grown
Wet behind the ears show he got some stones

Reminiscing on the days I ain't what was ahead
I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the struggling to go to bed
pass class split the needle with a thread
Far away from home and so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear
Girls call me MCM, I'm be Jerome
The up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

I on campus for some time, but I ain't working enough
I claimed I make it, Phil was first to call my bluff
I ain't curfew I'm seeing what that work do
Up the campus I could tell you every perfume
Turnt at every party, my cut on Harvey
Tryna MC and be fly me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a
A lot of for hoopers, a couple sports was salty
I'm sorry, I got up on my job
Game winning treys and I catching lobs
Won a MVP everybody props
5th metatarsal headed to the docs
Can't it, in my feelings
Head up in my
Moms livin with my set off an alarm
Stayed at school for summer cuz the city harm
Bout to the most of the given deck of cards

Reminiscing on the days I ain't what was ahead
What I gotta do to sho the family fed
at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a
Far away from and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear
Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Sloan

Fall 2011, I'm high minded,
Did the work it's for me to do what I'm suppose to
told me dominate and let them coaches coach you
Started gettin media, of it was social
my mentality all I see is casualties
How he get to State, my performance baffling
All the after me, I got reporters chattering
Started hearing whispers, thinking bout draftin me
I'm to the lab, work that dribble jab
If I get down I'm gettin 20 at half
They try to double me I hit a shot at the staff
I was in my bag, get the last laugh
Coach come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you know how moments get
He said this ya last, gotta put you in the Draft
Blazers took me 6, that's a mission passed

Reminiscing on the days I ain't know was ahead
What I gotta do to sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling to go to bed
Tryna pass split the needle with a thread
Far away home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear
Girls call me MCM, I'm be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Sloan