It go once upon a time, an apartment complex
It was me, Dre, DK, Dominique
Thuggin outside, earnin stripes for the set
Used to post up with lil D and Zay, in the gate
Jhene 8 squared, my lil middle school bitch
Thick, fine, fat ass, but her cousin head a fool
Used to sneak her out of school to come with me
So all the time I gotta flex, I was runnin with lil Savage ho
Nine milli ruger real shooter
Used to pack it like a present at a fashion show
Had to go get it, sellin reggie but it's lookin like a bag of dro
Get it off, score another bag of dope, traffic jam
Cigarette Plus in 09
I ain't lyin, I was stackin dough, pull up get a sack to go
Across the streets I done been
Ducked off with Debo in the Providence
Hustled all in front of the tobacco store
Juvenile class in south Dallas, Martin Luther King Center
Free John John, B's up to Bunton
I stole bikes in TYT with Lil T from HP
But we grown now, so now they call him Don Don
Flashbacks on the train tracks
Grown niggas snuck me, got swung on
Same day Lil Dre Day went dumb dumb
He slept, I helped him hit his pockets
He only had a few dollars in his wallet
Damn it made me feel selfish
My partner in the jail cell, heard he talkin reckless
Took his charge for him, he ain't write me nor help me
Now he on the jail phone, threatenin, sendin messages
I really hate to tell em, but you hatin and you jealous
Got into it with some crip niggas, dread head and deafs
K Rillo would've killed em, but that day I ain't let him
I remember when Lil K Bo sold Kato that Beretta
I was 16 with an automatic in the dresser
Debo had the P89 automatic
I took it from a nigga then I called my step daddy
He loved my lil brother but he hate the way I acted
Knowin that my mama oldest son bout that action
Tell y'all the truth, there was days I wanna smash
Caught em on the Lane, I was thinkin bout trashin
He called my phone talkin bout that motherfuckin gangsta shit
I called my mama, told her if you pay me, I'ma bag him
Do you know where I done been?
The things that I done did, I even lost a couple friends
The hoes I was fuckin was really was nothin
I stood on that corner
For them cases I caught for that throw away burner
Had me tossin and turnin, I'm havin flashbacks
I'm havin flashbacks
I'm havin flashbacks, yeah
When I close my eyes, these nightmares
They seem to come back, yeah
Thinkin about them times when Carlos had nowhere to stay
I snuck him in the house and look, I swear I ain't lyin
All the time when my mama used to cook, I used to share the plates
Tell em that it's love, I still be there today
Long nights on the corner, it was rainin, I remember
Buyin wookies by the Keef station, I really hate I had to get em
It's Stoney, Crook, Fat, and Shay stayed in the middle
She 14 and we fuckin, I stayed sneakin out the window
Block to block, now I was hot bars in a blender
Gettin mixed up with snitches, niggas servin out of rentals
Had to bust to Forest Meadows just to fuck with different bitches
Different school, different clique, that's how it was and I miss em
Went to jail in July, came home in November
Walkin to the Breezes with Lil D from Adelia
Remember white girl Trina, she a bleeder
When her mama sleep, she was eatin dick like a diva
16 In south Garland at a party, I'm on the run fam
Some nigga tried to jake me so I shot until the gun jammed
Now hoes got to duckin, niggas runnin round
Garland PD pulled up, glad I ain't gunned em down
And I ain't lyin, go ask A1, Lil Lee, and Josh nigga
I brought the mula, the fetty, the gwala ducks fam
In the jungle, we robo runnin with bloodhounds
Thinkin it's a game in gangland, you get up clowned
Do you know where I done been?
The things that I done did, I even lost a couple friends
The hoes I was fuckin was really was nothin
I stood on that corner
For them cases I caught for that throw away burner
Had me tossin and turnin, I'm havin flashbacks
I'm havin flashbacks
I'm havin flashbacks, yeah
When I close my eyes, these nightmares
They seem to come back, yeah
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