[Verse I]

See my paps, the nigga had to be a rolling stone

Whereever he laid his head, had to be his home

Cause by time I was three he was gone

I had to move on stay strong for my moms

We moved to the block 1976

About that time I was three, a little kid

Came from BedStuy but I rep Queensbridge

Riverpark ??? made the kid what I is

Seein' Marley Marl, Hot Day, DJ Twinz

Had a joint jump when the record start to spin

MC Shan, R-Kim, Flash and Biz

Coldless n' Tragedy n' Superkid was my shit

I couldn't count all the drugs I sold in my hand

Know all the times that I could've been dead

Shah stare blocked up and chill doin' biz

My mother never told me there'll be things like this, why?



[Hook]

Let's take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs

Diamond in the back on the block selling crack

Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc

About '95 when we first started to rap in fact

Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks

See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac

Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid

All the hard times growing up, bit after bit



[Verse II]

As I go in deep thought about how I came up

My pops was never there on none of my birthdays

On know holidays but I loved him anyway

God bless his soul, I know how shit go

Nobody's perfect you feel me, bro?

It was just me and my brother, my mother was like my father

She told us right from wrong always stay strong

No matter the situation just have patience

Eventually you will achieve your goal

Whatever you do, be the best at it

I ran with her words and wisdom they ran at it

Topspeed mind, no success and checks

My kids and my clikk, flock the bullshit

It's money to get, rappers nowadays

They frontin like their rich, floassin' and flashin'

That shit don't impress me you feel me, dun?



[Hook]

Let's take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs

Diamond in the back on the block selling crack

Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc

About '95 when we first started to rap in fact

Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks

See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac

Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid

All the hard times growing up, bit after bit



[Verse III: Twin Gambino]

Yo, the name in this book is called "shit never changed"

Guaranteed if you read it, you never feel the same

It was around '79 when we moved to the hood

Young ass girl with 4 kids and one in the oven

I ain't really had no fam, just my aunt and cousins

Thanks to free lunchs without that a nigga be buggin'

I remember my mother's voice, fussin' and cussin'

On the welfareline collecting them stamps

And thanks to the hood, they made me who I am

A hustler, know how to get what I need

Make sure I'm good with somewhere to sleep

Since a little kid times been tough

Pumpin' cracks at 12 times been rough

Hoes in my shoes, who gives a fuck?

One thing on my mind is making those bucks

Slit, get clapped up and press your luck, what?



[Hook]

Let's take it back to 8-Tracks and Cadillacs

Diamond in the back on the block selling crack

Take it back, way back, when P had a black acc

About '95 when we first started to rap in fact

Take it back, I had hoes on the tracks

See I been there and tapped my favourite joint was the mac

Click-Clack, take it back, when I was a little kid

All the hard times growing up, bit after bit