Thousand lives ago, we were young and we didn't know
We were trading our crowns for our souls
Made the sacrifice, headed back to the light
But be careful, don't drown in the cold
I know it glows, but it's cold
I'm from the other side of town
I bow to anybody who don't live around
I never learned to share or how to care
I never had no teachings about being fair
Have you ever heard of Blackstone?
The round black stones and 4CHs
Vice Lords, Stoney Island, Oasis
The Concrete Matrix, street organizations
The gay violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big faces
Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustlers was the tastemakers and trendsetters
They the ones that fed us, hoping that the fans don't get us
The era of Reagan and Tara, a bush
Crack baby's mama's a push, we were the products of Bush
I'm wishing for a new era, a new era of Bush
For a samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
A bad f***er, B.B.B. Doomy
You heard of Fluky? Stokes, it was folks and coke and dope
Fiends choked off of smoke, hair and bones and rope
Red jewels of a generation
Diamonds, blinding us, a real f*** we facing
Forties wasting on seats, Dion making the beats
When they air it out at them parties, we escaping the heat
I can break it down like whatever you need
He squinted his face and rolled the weed
You know what they don't see?
Some of them don't see
Sometimes, but in the neighborhood
It's the exact same thing
It's the same thing over and over again
Have you ever heard of No Limit?
300, 600, Folly Boy, O'Block, he's sad
Where there ain't no conversation, they just let them, he's rad
Ain't nobody stop the balance, why my city keep blank?
Throw up peace signs, but everybody keep back
Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
I been on the street, I been on the street, I been on the street
Been out there three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like air bullet hit me when they flew out each night
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free man
I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue wrap me up
But they can catch me later, I been cool and chasing paper
Where I come from, ain't no hope if you was clean and that was major
Small crib, big fan, mommas working, granny razors
No food in the refrigerator, I was banging, pulling capers
That's real sh**, same from day one, boy
Yeah, I'm still with, better watch out for that jump shot
Cause they will hit
You take your shorty lunchbox and won't feel
That I came from a place where it's basic, but you don't make it
Bears building cases, judges who racist and full of hatred
I mean, you ain't never seen the sh** that I seen
You know I'm good, and I will be
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