This for my K-Swiss days, 106' come on at six
The ones you can't miss days
Walking home I'm with the brodies' and still ain't shit changed
Hilfiger on my collar on dat' MySpace page
Heard that Soulja boy tell-em' Every time you clicked it
Mongooses on the stoop The Gang came to kick it
With the fam, win or lose That's the way we living
Can't lie I kind of miss it Most them niggas' missing
Remember they ain't know my name, when I was singing Pink Polo
Niggas' tend to change when they don end up in them photos
That you in & people keep on asking you for
Nowadays I'm bout a dollar, what you stressing me for
Shit I'm always with the team, they right next to me bruh
Shit ain't always what it seem, what you texting me for
We on the Ave with it, We brought cash with us
She brought friends with her, they got ass on em
I'm in my duffy' nigga', used to ride a Huffy nigga
I got lucky nigga', could've been like other niggas
I was a muddy nigga', most of us from nothing nigga
Chatham County cheese toast, what we was munching nigga
Dress down coming soon, ran out of my shoes
Perkins told me that he got me, don't return em til' my cake up
We got out at two', Myers Middle School
Im at GQ, down the street to get a shape up
And I had to get some off my chest, everybody has a moment
Then end up like the rest
At least where I'm from, where niggas' act like kids & probably got some
Raised in the streets, cause what's a father when you got none
Bread breaking with my niggas', did it when I got crumbs
This is how it feel, when they forget you til' you got some
I learned how to live from the life of my past
No shells left behind, when you on turtles ave nigga