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I remember back in the days when I was youngI always wanted tattoo tears just for funI didn't have a gunCause Mike Reynolds taught us three strikes and you're done[?] on the runThen I heard "One Love," and what I'm thinking next is:What a brother got to do to make it out the 'jects?No more picked pockets, no more Zip-LocsAnd innocent girls putting ends in the pimp's pocketNo more battle scars, I'm thinking caviarYou know ribeyes, wave her bye-byeTo rocking Dada, dipped in Prada, twisting la-laI want the whole enchilada, if not, nadaIn need of a lot-a inspiration for dreams I've been chasin'Somebody say, "Amen" (Amen)Waiting for the day when, one day it'll make senseSo just remember now(It'll all be over)So just remember now(It'll all be over)So just remember now(It'll all be over)So just remember now(It'll all be over)SongtexteBack in the days, I let my pants sagJanSport bag and a .44 magXXL used to be my favorite magUsed to use the word 'fresh' way before 'swag'I seen Money Boss pull up in his new JagShaq in his E-Class taught me about street cashBelly had me rocking bow ties, playing both sidesPushing bean pies, living la vida locaI couldn't take it anymore, long nights, cold weeksNo heat, hand-me-downs, torn sneaksTake a break from the routineTry and see where you've been, where you're atAnd right where you need to beInstead y'all CB4, y'all got low cashLimousine, Rolls-Royce as I rose pastFrom Shields Ave. to RosecransWhere gun control means to use both handsJust waking in up in the morning, gotta thank GodI'm not the reason that your momma got her bank robbedIf I wasn't rhyming, probably be smuggling diamondsOr juggling jobs for pay, hustling chronicBut I would make the decision to make it out Aus Songtexte Mania