Cormega - Glory Days lyrics

(Mega) Yea Spank, what up my n***a (Spank) Sup, baby whats happenin' (Mega) Yo son man, look at this sh** man times be f**in' changin' man Know what I'm sayin man I wish we just go back sometimes You know what I mean (Spank) No doubt son, you know we all wish that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby (Mega) Son as long as I got my n***as with me But let me reminisce yo (Cormega) I'm about to take your minds on a trip Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness' Remember n***as used to take gold frames and snatch chains Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real Mad nights, I used to daydream Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring? I used to be magnetized to fly rides Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise I became a little n***a gettin' money type often Livin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forces I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars I spent hours writin' graffiti And n***as like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy Remember when... Damn son you takin' a n***a back right now (Chorus) Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus Sometimes you gotta sit back and just an*lize Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time (Cormega) And I remember when the whole drug game was hot Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens And tactical narcotics teams making headlines Being big time could get you fed time Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's Yo the mind of a an*list is mine so handle it The way I right rhymes, considered a gift I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent Rockin' Fi-las, rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-ny I used to read about supplies gettin' busted Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions Black Ratti was the richest n***a in my building Remember when... Yea son was doing his thing (Chorus) (Cormega) Before my story ends, rest in peace to k**a Ben And live n***as memories you live again Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce And wonder how alotta cats got so rich I can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks A few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yea You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller Memories of those days are golden Yea, for all my ghetto legends Ever burrough, all my n***as who was thorough Yea, knah mean (Cormega talking) Know what I'm sayin' son n***as was holdin' it down back then Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen n***as for the team Motherf**in my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green? All them Brooklyn n***as Alpo? and all them mobstyle n***as doin' it uptown Boy George all them Bronx n***as n***as was seein' money back then son The Glory Days, know what I'm sayin' Y'all n***as know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word