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'Member when we stayed all night on the strip
Crazy we ain't even know our life was for a year
Thirsty for a meal, Zack was dying for a hit
Damn, and he died, now it's lit
Shoot-out 'round the corner, then we slide to your crib
'Member we had roaches, and some mites in the crib
'Member me and Joby shooting dice in the crib
And now in Calabasas, it be nice in the crib

'Member I had no one on my team, R.I.P. Janine
And she the one that took me in, when I ain't had no where to sleep
Fuck 2018, fuck school, I hit the streets
She made sure I had a roof, fetched some food for me to eat
1-56 Hudson, I ain't lied upon that beat
Man, it hurt me to the core, my second mom resting in peace
"Take it easy", that's what everybody told me
But my niggas gone, swear to God, I miss the old me
But I cannot let these niggas break, bend or fold me
Can't slide wit' us anybody, 'cause these niggas police
A whole bunch of blood spill when they killed my homie
Max hop out wit' that choppa, swing it like he Tony Montana
Used to keep that fire in my grandma's
Washy had a lot of niggas lighting up candles
Camping on they set, I spied, then we blam 'em
My shooters ain't doing drive-by's when they landed (Uh, oh)

'Member when we stayed all night on the strip
Crazy we ain't even know our life was for a year
Thirsty for a meal, Zack was dying for a hit
Damn, and he died, now it's lit
Shoot-out 'round the corner, then we slide to your crib
'Member we had roaches, and some mites in the crib
'Member me and Joby shooting dice in the crib
And now in Calabasas, it be nice in the crib

I seen Lil' Gerald take his last breath
If I send that blitz then my niggas walkin' down, they don't half step
Every morning grab that .30, I can't lack at
Lil' shooters, 4TS ain't training, they ain't pass yet
You worried everyday, you ain't drop that mask yet
Actin' like you tryna crash, you ain't crash yet
This be a show, I stay wit' my shooter, I don't really need no help
I can make 'em bleed myself
They ain't give me shit, I had to chase my dream myself
Dead, broke, I had to redeem myself
First-responder, they said it for that boy, I'm a sponsor
That's what happened to Zack and his non-sense
Running races, me and Wack tryna contest
He was dying wit' that strap in his armrest
I was posted, serving, cracking them projects
Three months later had to mad it far, beyond that
Like, what you mean?
Ever since the start I was tryna feed the team
Now it's jealousy and grief
Niggas naive and gave a hand out to me
Now they mad they ain't gave enough handouts for me

'Member when we stayed all night on the strip
Crazy we ain't even know our life was for a year
Thirsty for a meal, Zack was dying for a hit
Damn, and he died, now it's lit
Shoot-out 'round the corner, then we slide to your crib
'Member we had roaches, and some mites in the crib
'Member me and Joby shooting dice in the crib
And now in Calabasas, it be nice in the crib