Verse 1: LittleChef
I used to reminisce about them old days
When me and two of my besties lived right there up in the way
Took the train from the burg to the bay
Just so I could f** with my other bae
Man we used to do that sh** every other day
Now i'm sippin' on the Heny
Holding the Glock
Hoes i've got many
No more goons left on the block
Packin a 12 gauge with a stock
For all of those who said I couldn't make it
I'm not like you trynna fake it
To me money ain't an issue
Lemme hand you a tissue
You need to be blessed
Lord god bless you
Verse 2: J.Logan
Lemme take you back to them old days
When I used to speak but no one would listen
I was trynna act cool and fit in
Now i'm one more person everyone be missin'
I put the nine to my head 'cuz i couldn't take it
Didn't think i could move on and try to make it
But f**, i'm done being basic
Gotta change up my style and my swag
I still got n***as trynna put me in a body bag
Yo, You see, now i've got your ex hoe
She wildin' like a freak show
She an animal like danimals
But she needs to know
She the best in the Go
Hot like my flow
Now i'm young and rich yeah we know
I'm done wit this verse
I just put you in a hearse
These lyrics are just strict facts
Verse 3: MC Flap
When i spit
It's straight facts
From this back pack full of fat raps
My crew like the rap pack
Black flag no mismatch
I be makin hits like a tennis match
Yeah
My flow is evil like Knievel
It's so deep you can say its undergoing chemo
My crew we be ballin'
Flap here coppin' a kilo
We storin' d** inside a silo
I steal ya b**h like c-lo
Ok, your b**h is my side hoe
We can roll some weed
Break down some kush
Little kids hush
When we come around ya block
Packin' a Glock
Lets smoke some kush
Tell stories
Drink a few forties
Know some youngins who can't afford these
Yeah
Now we the best of friends