[Chorus] Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials I'm talkin' 'bout nextel chirps and Boost mobiles Back when the face tatts was for OG killas Now I'm seein' tear drops on you Soundcloud niggas Remember back when music had content and metaphors Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars
[Verse 1] All these rappers junkies talkin' like they dope dealers One song a scammer, the next song they killers First time I shot the gun, the neighbors called the people I was watchin' 12 search for shells like Easter That's around the time they shot my Daddy for the Rollie Round the same time AI lost to Kobe Platinum FUBU summers, rockin' Iceberg in the winter Gold bag Hermes ain't no Sprewell Spinners Fuckin' up computers, usin' Limewire or BearShare Bootleggin', boostin', sellin' CD's at the daycare Savin' up guala, bean bag for my stash spot Momma still ask me how the fuck I get that Xbox Round the first time I saw my uncle smokin' crack rock In The Flinstones, smokin' Pebbles like it's Bedrock 'Round the same time my pops was scammin' on that laptop Still remember when my Uncle Sydney took that headshot I was tryna get them Jordan 17, deadstocks Used to hoop dream, pushin' rock on the blacktop Started home invadin', kickin' combination padlock Puttin' crack rock in the Figure-4 Leg Lock I was hella young, watchin' Triple H & Ric Flair Bust my head open play fightin' with a steel chair Tryna be a wrassler almost put me in a wheelchair Thankful for that Medicare welfare, healthcare
[Chorus] Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials I'm talkin' 'bout Nextel chirps and Boost mobiles Back when a face tat was for OG killas Now I'm seein' tear drops on you Soundcloud niggas Remember back when music had content and metaphors Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars
[Verse 2] Nowadays I can't even walk in the store Without these crazy-ass fans and boppin-ass hoes Back in '04, a hoe said I wouldn't blow Now every show I go? 3 or 4 give me dome I was up in Vegas at the Mayweather party Then my mama call me 'bout Hurricane Harvey Said the house got flooded, water covered up the sofa Impala, Range Rover, she need me to come over Nowhere near sober, it was fuckin' up my night Like, "They gon' be alright. Tomorrow, book a flight" Woke up, 40 missed calls, she was callin' all night Said there's no more food and lights and she been fightin' for her life Told Toby book the plane, I gotta be there by tonight But all this hurricane rain made the airport cancel flights I'm like, "What the fuck how?", I'm thinkin' like "Wow" Prayin' that she don't drown.. "Dear Lord, just get her out" She worked her whole life to move the family out the hood Just to lose everything she had in the flood Donald Trump and Red Cross actin' like some hoes People drownin' in their homes 'cause they couldn't get a boat Pops got a bad heart, last year he had a stroke In his bed, off meds, couldn't swim, sink, or float On the roof for three days before rescue by FEMA 12 years later, same day as Katrina If you was in my shoes, you would prolly be stressin' ..But sometimes, God, He will bless you and test you Every day I say my grace because I coulda lost my people I still got cases, me and my brothers fightin' RICO 600K for the bail bonds people Another 100K, I pray my lawyer got the cheat code Organized crime.... dope and money launder Five to 99 and that's they only offerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
