Onra - Days of my Youth lyrics

Verse 1: Napoleon Da Legend Nothing like the smell of mom's cooking something hot on the stove Snot nose I was a trouble maker god knows never judge a Book by its cover an album either Malcom was a leader as a young man He was a thief in the land of savages we never turn the other cheek Underneath a tree we look for shade and feel the summer breeze Scheming on a come-up teachers at school they never loved us All too often our grades reflected our skin color A coincidence maybe called us lethargic and lazy My Italian shorty used to steal garments from Macy's Then lace me with the latest Hilfigers and Nautica I used to try to moonwalk with some Michael Jackson moccasins Scuffles and brawls playing pick-up ball Dodging the stick up kids at the mall used to pick up broads With corny lines young horny minds we used to trade p**n and climb Fences and arouse our 5 senses all the time Chorus: Napoleon Da Legend x 2 Can't get back the days of my youth so I just think back To days where the world would be so simple where we lived at We was large day dreaming wishing on stars Play ball kick bars and get broads Verse 2: Napoleon Da Legend Huh petty rivalries we used to play 21 and 33 I was a fan of Hardaway 23 and number 3 Not Penny but the UTEP two step Those were the days before my pops and momma dukes split Chest burning tasting liquor for the first time An anime fanatic a cool kid with a nerd's mind My first tip jam with one hand felt like the man Mimicked moves from above the rim and NBA Jams Listened to WU, Onyx and Pac, Biggie and Nas De La and Tribe rap albums in the 90s were live B-sides were the j**els house parties were the move Hunting for shorties to pull the chicks were wack at my school 99 cent singles from Sam Goody me and my man Doogie Rocking Starter jackets Champion hoodies down in White Oak Use to an*lyze the mind of white folks Playing a thin line walking a tight rope Chorus: Napoleon Da Legend x 1 Verse 3: Napoleon Da Legend Nodding off fighting not to fall asleep while the teacher speak Wrote a note to my crush and she rejected me I was on blast she spread the word through the school A humiliating lesson had to learn how to move I wasn't smooth then rather naïve and green Hoop dreams my fundamentals were clean Would cop the new released Air Forces Would mix and match all colors Karl Kani And Cross Colors Akademics and Enyce Academics came easy but it wasn't me Only place I felt at home was rhyming over beats Hit the movies for some inspiration with one Ticket we would go see 3 call some chicks and go to DC Hit up Adam's Morgan on a Friday night Under aged but still found a way to slide inside Grab a chick's number on a napkin Couldn't afford to drink but made due with what We had it's nothing for a king