(feat. Z-Ro)



[Trae]

I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by

I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by

We came a long way, from playing hide-and-seek on the block

To bleeding corners on the daily, barely missing the cops

We turned to grown men, quicker than the blink of an eye

Some of us made it some of us didn't, but still we got by

What about the good times, ain't too many but I remember

Stadium Bowl, the rest of the clubs wouldn't let us in 'em

We was young, and plus our pants sag like Dubs

But we ain't care, cause half of the parking lot knew who we was

We came from riding on a bike, and graduated to a Houpe

Six deep with a grey cassette, trying to swang banging Screw

That was the days, but now we only riding with guns

Only understanding I got, is multiplying my funds

And moving slow in a drop, pass bops so grimey

Missing better days, hoping they could come and find me



[Hook]

I remember, being kids on the block

Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot

I went from playing tag, to me running from the cops

Went from Tunker Toys, me swanging in a drop

Flying pass bops

I remember, being kids on the block

Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot

I went from shooting water, to me loading up a glock

I came from the gutter, trying to make it to the top

Shit don't stop



[Jay'Ton]

I remember kicking it, with my niggaz in Middle School

In the hall full time, fuck class and all the rules

Late night, I was with the O.G.'s on the block

Curfew broke, but I was trying to stack me a knot

With my nigga Raw-C, Nick and the T-Head

Can't forget about the J2, and blocks we bled

Playing tackle football, while we on the concrete

In the house, imitating everybody we can beat

From the West to the North, with my nigga Pyrex

On the hunt for some bops, roaming through the projects

When I turned 16, Trae bought me a car

Four 15's, so the hood know who we are

Jay walking, so you know I'm walking it fly

T-shirt creased up, fuck a suit and a tie

Them was the days, I'll probably never see him again

So my main focus now, is for me stacking my ends



[Boss]

I was raised back in the 80's, I can tell ya bout the Smurfs

We was kids, we done traded our nurse for hard work

I can go back in the day, to playing get like me

In the hood looking for trouble, can you hit like me

I was a youngster in the street life, bailing through the street lights

First pair of G-Nike's, ask a nigga what that G like

I remember playing curve ball, and soccer

They got most of my homies chained up, in 5-by-7 lockers

The days ain't the same, in '79

Nigga was cool in '94, but now everybody walk in a shady line

25 years of keeping it real, wasn't hard for me

Living for the moment, to hit the gates for the Lord to see



[Hook]



[Z-Ro]

I done came a long way, from cutting class

No more ducking hall monitors, now the FED's on my ass

Grown man shit Joseph Wayne McVey, I never thought I would say

That a state jail or prison, is a place I'd have to stay

I remember Saturday morning, cartoons and basketball

Half of the niggaz I was hooping with, in a casket y'all

The streets, is a graveyard

187's every second, please watch over my days Lord

I'm nothing but a Christian, I'm down with Jehovah

But this day in time, you ain't gon make it if you ain't a soldier

So God forgive me because I'm strapped, somebody might try to do me

The real world ain't like my block, this shit it like a movie

Make me wanna travel back in time, like Michael J. Fox

To when all my people was living, and it was love on the block

But ain't nothing but the future, bout to take place

It'll never be 1989 again, so nigga fuck friends



[Hook]