(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 bullsh**ting 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)