Jeezy - Back Then lyrics

I said I came into this game young and yay tall Goldmouth shot me a bill, copped my first 8 ball (Yall f** n***as betta get it together n***a Watch how I get gangsta man, f** wit me shorty lets go) n***a I was focused, knew what it took to get there Now I'm 14 working wit' a half a block fare Hoes, getting money, having twice the fun And don't play wit' it dog, we got twice the guns When I was young, serving n***as thats twice my age Getting it, riding hard, getting twice the paid (Ay, what the f**, it's Jeezy n***a, let's go) Older n***as hating dog, they don't want it wit us See us in the street dog, they don't want it wit us n***as snitching, n***as telling, they don't want it wit us Me and my lil' n***as yall, see we kicked up dust Straight gangsta sh** dog, we nothing but mobstas How the f** you n***as gon' try to rob the robbers? (Don't get yo mothaf**in' head split n***a CTE n***a, f** wit me, let's go) We talkin' back when I was trapping on Lumpkin Road I had the cut dog, n***a wit the hammers and load The first n***a in the hood wit a set of Vogues We used to hit the high school n***a and scoop up hoes Older n***as hatin' yall, but its all good I had the two 12s in my trunk wit the Kenwood n***a (What you know about that n***a? I'm true to this sh** n***a I been doing this since 'Here We Go', let's go) I'm talkin when Masta P dropped 'Ice Cream Man' I was posted on the corner wit' the ice cream man All the gangsta and the k**as they be giving me dap Back when me and Goldmouth used to fall asleep on the trap sh**, stayed in some sh**, we a shot for fun Back when Lil Monique used to hold my bun n***a (Hold up, yall think this a rap n***a talking to yall man? Yall think about what ya hearing pimpin', let's go) I'm talking back when Mailman use to play B-ball And yall was mad cuz we wouldn't even f**in' wit yall Yall use to page a young n***a and I wouldn't even call But you could catch me coppin' all the fresh J's at the mall Use to try to hang wit' me, we wouldn't even cool Back when I use to hide my re-up at my locker in school n***a (You heard that, "in school n***a" - adlibs) Mailman got jammed, man the sh** got serious Goldmouth got jammed, man the sh** got serious Look at me now dog, I'm up in the booth And sh** ain't mothaf**in' changed, I'm still the truth Posted up in the club, I'm packing my tools n***as hating on me dog, cuz I'm rocking my j**els n***a (This USDA n***a, this CTE n***a I hear all them n***as talking about they trap boys Thats bullsh** n***a, the real is back n***a f** what you said dog 'fo you fix yo' mouth to say anything n***a ?, Big Zoe f** wit' yo' boy, Kink B I love you n***a Mailman, Goldmouth yall hold it down n***a)