(feat. Russell Lee)



[Chorus: Russell Lee]

It seems like yesterday, my mama told me

Boy don't you go and throw your life away



[Baby Beesh]

Now it seems like yesterday I was on the block running

Yelling at the top of my lungs, that the ice cream man was coming

And if and never, I only had a buck fifty

I made sure, all the little homies act with me

Shooting Stars, Fudge Bars and them Drumsticks

Having fun with, playas that I run with

Generation as weed and cess

Fast money, fast cars from the valley or the projects

And what's next for a miss got to greet you

But having heart, ain't something they can teach you

Playing ball, hoping one day to see the pros

And little roes saying peace to rest of shows



[Chorus: Russell Lee]

It seems like yesterday, my mama told me

Boy don't you go and throw your life away

It seems like yesterday, me and the homies

We rode our bikes down to the school to play



[Baby Beesh]

Now I done seen a lot of gang fights never end trueted

It wasn't my thang, even though I was heavily recruited

I got blue ones caught up, and it's tragic

Doing ten years trying to stack some of that magic

And man I sure do miss him

And man I got warrants, so I can't even go visit him in prison

And I don't ride enough now I'm tripping

Shed a tear, now it's dripping I ain't bullshitting

One love, one life is your path right

Trying to maintain even on a bad day

Do your thang, stay away from the drama

I hear my mama, looking out for my karma



[Chorus]