Young Boy

R-R-Rolex and whiskey and Trojans These kids they all grew up It's part of the program Did someone say, You could be the one Hit the curb, make a brother swerve Whip it to the drive Hit the gas, make a moment last When I was a young boy Blood, sweat, and tears were in these streets And Monday's were good days And I was the king of being me When I was a young boy Blood, sweat, and tears were in these streets And Monday's were good days And I was the king of being me