Uh, the sun is out but I need a bomber
F*ck what it costs, just know it's worth every
Dollar Niggas try to show me old school impalas
But I'm too used to seeing the new one's driven by the coppers
Niggas been getting chicken since Roy Rogers Tryna catch Enterprise, we only got an hour
If not, we gotta go uptown, manana Mikey used to cook in front of me like Benihana
Never got my white tees from Holla dolla
They ain't have the ones with the horses on
The bottom But I don't knock niggas for their preference
To some
Fifty dollars for three shirts don't make sense
I get it, we from the same place but we different
For the Heights, and Coram side, Seymour Lane's the division
I'm from both of them I used to pour out liquor for my niggas but
Now I make a toast for them
Uh, the moon is out but it feels warm
My daughter wants to know if mommy's still gone
I gotta act tough when I answer her I can't let her see me break character
Can't rewind time nor pause it
The only solution is to record it
For the memories, most of my niggas gone so who's gonna remember me
It's tequila now but before that it was Hennessy
St. Ides with red eyes and zimas with Sal
But he moved to Riverhead, I ain't seen him in a while
Don't know how long we got, I should give his number a dial
Knew him since I was a child, now we grown men
Should I be thankful or mad cause my hair's getting thin
Throw on a fitted cap, now I'm back to being him
Poured out liquor for my niggas but now I make a toast for them