Remember them days ain't have shit
I live this life wit a passion
Sick cause that pack wasn't jamming
I had to take it
No asking
This foe em day they abandon
Loui bag filled wit them band
Sipping on oil from the gallon
Always protecting the family
East Baltimore born CA raised
I pay the homage to OG's
Richie in a Bentley right at the D's
Pig on the side just counting cheese
CA sports n you know the team
R I P to wolf and my nigga preme
Swear wit you gone it won't be the same
Deal wit the pain wit codeine
When he died the whole city felt it
That's how you know he was special
Pray for ya momma lord bless her
Pray 4 my city lord bless em
I turn doubt into confidence
Remember them days I was hopping fence
Mama ask boy why ya clothes ripped
I'm just happy I didn't trip
My brother just beat the case
I had the flood the face
Draped in the bape
So many people that treated me dirty
In Early 20's get money like I'm thirty
I hit the block and they feel me
Always going give you the real me
Give you my all till they kill me
Remember em days I was filthy...
That pain always going be wit me
I'm busy I'm working I'm sorry I'm sorry
Grinding I'm grinding can't call that often
I won't forget you I promise I promise
Just know I'm doing this for you
I'm doing this shit for you
Doing this shit for you
So much weight that's on my shoulder
Don't know what it take to be Sosa
Been taking L's like sixers
I been had the vision
They wanted to crop my picture
Feds trying lock my niggas
I got the bag n they hate that
I Done some shit can't take back
That's why they call it the past
Everything changed since the draft
I had to run it up add it up
Run it up add it up
Usaine(bolt) ain't fast enough
Kicks lu kang can't kick enough
This shit to real to make it up
I got ya back that's forever
Whatever you need I got you
Whatever
You know Imma pull up where ever
Get it and spend it apply the pressure
Came from the bottom we glow up together
Can hear the pain in my voice
Hustle i ain't have ah Choice
I been the youngest off the porch
I turn that hustle into a sport
Feel so much better when you self made
Be ya own boss ; be self paid
You rather go to take you a selfie
Ain't begging no nigga ta help me
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Remember them days ain't have shit
I live this life wit a passion
Sick cause that pack wasn't jamming
I had to take it
No asking
This foe em day they abandon
Loui bag filled wit them band
Sipping on oil from the gallon
Always protecting the family
East Baltimore born CA raised
I pay the homage to OG's
Richie in a Bentley right at the D's
Pig on the side just counting cheese
CA sports n you know the team
R I P to wolf and my nigga preme
Swear wit you gone it won't be the same
Deal wit the pain wit codeine
When he died the whole city felt it
That's how you know he was special
Pray for ya momma lord bless her
Pray 4 my city lord bless em
I turn doubt into confidence
Remember them days I was hopping fence
Mama ask boy why ya clothes ripped
I'm just happy I didn't trip
My brother just beat the case
I had the flood the face
Draped in the bape
So many people that treated me dirty
In Early 20's get money like I'm thirty
I hit the block and they feel me
Always going give you the real me
Give you my all till they kill me
Remember em days I was filthy...
That pain always going be wit me
I'm busy I'm working I'm sorry I'm sorry
Grinding I'm grinding can't call that often
I won't forget you I promise I promise
Just know I'm doing this for you
I'm doing this shit for you
Doing this shit for you
So much weight that's on my shoulder
Don't know what it take to be Sosa
Been taking L's like sixers
I been had the vision
They wanted to crop my picture
Feds trying lock my niggas
I got the bag n they hate that
I Done some shit can't take back
That's why they call it the past
Everything changed since the draft
I had to run it up add it up
Run it up add it up
Usaine(bolt) ain't fast enough
Kicks lu kang can't kick enough
This shit to real to make it up
I got ya back that's forever
Whatever you need I got you
Whatever
You know Imma pull up where ever
Get it and spend it apply the pressure
Came from the bottom we glow up together
Can hear the pain in my voice
Hustle i ain't have ah Choice
I been the youngest off the porch
I turn that hustle into a sport
Feel so much better when you self made
Be ya own boss ; be self paid
You rather go to take you a selfie
Ain't begging no nigga ta help me
I live this life wit a passion
Sick cause that pack wasn't jamming
I had to take it
No asking
This foe em day they abandon
Loui bag filled wit them band
Sipping on oil from the gallon
Always protecting the family
East Baltimore born CA raised
I pay the homage to OG's
Richie in a Bentley right at the D's
Pig on the side just counting cheese
CA sports n you know the team
R I P to wolf and my nigga preme
Swear wit you gone it won't be the same
Deal wit the pain wit codeine
When he died the whole city felt it
That's how you know he was special
Pray for ya momma lord bless her
Pray 4 my city lord bless em
I turn doubt into confidence
Remember them days I was hopping fence
Mama ask boy why ya clothes ripped
I'm just happy I didn't trip
My brother just beat the case
I had the flood the face
Draped in the bape
So many people that treated me dirty
In Early 20's get money like I'm thirty
I hit the block and they feel me
Always going give you the real me
Give you my all till they kill me
Remember em days I was filthy...
That pain always going be wit me
I'm busy I'm working I'm sorry I'm sorry
Grinding I'm grinding can't call that often
I won't forget you I promise I promise
Just know I'm doing this for you
I'm doing this shit for you
Doing this shit for you
So much weight that's on my shoulder
Don't know what it take to be Sosa
Been taking L's like sixers
I been had the vision
They wanted to crop my picture
Feds trying lock my niggas
I got the bag n they hate that
I Done some shit can't take back
That's why they call it the past
Everything changed since the draft
I had to run it up add it up
Run it up add it up
Usaine(bolt) ain't fast enough
Kicks lu kang can't kick enough
This shit to real to make it up
I got ya back that's forever
Whatever you need I got you
Whatever
You know Imma pull up where ever
Get it and spend it apply the pressure
Came from the bottom we glow up together
Can hear the pain in my voice
Hustle i ain't have ah Choice
I been the youngest off the porch
I turn that hustle into a sport
Feel so much better when you self made
Be ya own boss ; be self paid
You rather go to take you a selfie
Ain't begging no nigga ta help me
Writer: ERIK SIMMONS
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