Kembe X - Intro (Back in the Day) lyrics

[Intro] Check 7...7...7... [Verse] I'm just another crack baby that you heard of And that's 94 til' this ('94 til', so n***a what the deal is?) Uh, I take three L's to the head Another three L's getting bussed down A triple beam scale for the raw Uncut, no filler, that I flip for retail Don't shoot! The dope'll k** ya So dread the needle The threads is lethal, the prophet's speaking Hypocrisy can be salt, the wounds is deep b**h, ya cuts is weak sauce The stakes is so high And me and my patience so dry But still, my trash is yo dope I mean my basement so high, look On everything The way I walked up in this b**h They thought I won a Grammy Young, marks is never felt, I'm surprised they understand me Uh, runner up? You might as well have walked to come in second I respect it, I'd've upped the f**ing chopper, got to wrecking f** a opp, any sense, many clips, plenty weapons Best believe I'ma serve they a** if they come for seconds In a minute I'ma trip, our sh**, leave ‘em in a daze And in a week, I'll be spitting in my sleep Last month, I was in the Chi with the sleet Yeah the streets so cold n***as' pockets full of heat n***as blast Lil' Loose from The Pocket to The P And the V so sold I'm about to get it creased n***a we don't fold, you might as well hang us We fighting to the d**h, so you might as well hang And since they cause a drop in your clientelle Looking like, “That fat b**h back” So you might as well sang [Outro] Back in the day when my father was a-hustling Hard knock nights, life was harder as a husband (And I remember) all out fights for who had they way Hard knock life for a crack baby (This motherf**er was a) casket away from a martyr to some dumb sh** Part of my mind was retarded by a substance (I guess it's real we) all got vices, well as they say Hard knock life for a crack baby