Let the beat ride out, Ju

You crazy, Jaywavy

Unc' turned the other cheek, I used to steal zips from 'em

We was kids when the older homies stole blick from us

They wouldn't let us bust a knock if we ain't never did nothin'

Shut the party down with .38s but never hit nothin'

I was crushin' on Killa Ko, but I ain't never hit nothin'

Went to school with Killa Kobe, you forever missed, brother

They was scared of Twin Zilla, that was really my nig'

'Fore he turned snitch, blood turned us onto them skits

Lil' Neesha from the strip had me lit than a bitch

Put me in the supercharger that I told you I'd flip

He got a home pass and ran, **** 'posed to resist

You ain't teach us how to fish, at least throw us some fish

They popped Terryon up when he was on what I'm is

But God had His hands on him, so I know He exists

Yeah, so I know He exists

God had His hands on him, so I know He exists

Look, shit, I remember churchin' up just to get high

Man, we were buyin' American Eagle, tryin' to get fly

Now it ain't nothin' in this world that I can't buy

Aye, Trouble left and I ain't get to say my goodbyes

Aye, Steph left and I ain't get to tell 'em goodbye

I was in my cell on my knees, but I just couldn't cry

It's just another bad dream for a good guy

They say the sun don't shine, and man, I wonder why

They say money worth way more than friends

But me, I'm stickin' with my friends till the end

They say money worth way more than friends

Who gon' trade in the end? It depends

Aye, some **** don't ever make it up out the pen

Aye, some ****, they got a date, but some never endin'

Aye, I was twenty-three and one, now I'm number one trendin'

I'd rather kick it with my son, I'm really not friendly

I can't take no more fake shit

But I gotta play the game, I had to learn patience

Everybody started to change when the fame come

And when the fame come, then the change come

And when you change up your income, everybody start to feel obligated

I can't give up, I know the rain gon' come

And I know the fame gon' come

Don't go changin', no

I miss the way that it was, 10th Ave in the rain sellin' drugs

Me and Woofie and them scrapers on dubs, started bangin' with snubz

They labeled Lil Tim the face of the slums

That wasn't till I end up facin' me, sum

Took the yeek from R.C. and gave the K to my buzzard

You a liar if I ain't raised Lil Dallas and Uzzy

Way block, Auntie Nita had a trap full of junkies

MACK-a-bitch was Zilla K, your big homie a flunky

S500 when I was twenty, put the 'Cedes on buttons

Killer threw me triple bursts 'fore they created the buttons

Ask Gutta, she gon' tell you, made a way out of nothin'

Funkin' with Zoe about who got the most skits on the suckas, he thought he had me beat

Your departure fucked me up, it ain't how it had to be

I ain't never holla "Free Staxx" 'cause he's a rat to me

I'm Tasha Loiter's little brother, it's the Ave with me

The paint spillers, ****, grab a yeek, Pebbles