I'm reminiscing hearing gunshots gunshots
I'm reminiscing and the memories don't stop
Turn the page, some things change
Some stay the same, you will remember us
I'm reminiscing hearing gunshots gunshots
I'm reminiscing on how we got things locked
From Beantown to BK, we paved the way
You will remember us
Put the key in the ignition, let's go on a little mission
And drive through the streets of drugs, money, and sex
Look you're seeing the addiction, fiends, B&E's, and snitching
Fiends with? in their tummies, young dummies with Techs
Intoxicated yells for help a block away from Hell
Locked away in cells, rotten cops hooked on Oxycontin themselves
Laying us down, their pretty pistols shine
Swine pig sniffing lines with their city-issued nines
Behind closed doors turn my blueprint into a black print
My accent became a trademark killing this rap thing
Hey yo Slaine don't? blew up man, Mike he was a crazy brother
Rest in peace to BF and not your baby's mother
I walk the streets with two hips, you stay on two knees
Our syndicate is full of true G's, you groupies
I reminisce, I think it might've been ninety-six
When me and Freddy Madball did that grimy shit
It's a dangerous position slipping like a transmission
Freddy was out of of prison and brimming with ambition (Jaysaun)
No mission impossible, I kept the arsenic flow plus the arsenal
You don't pass go, you go straight to the hospital
While I'm in Beantown skiing like Rossignol
You are built inferior, you are no comp
You are now underneath the Doc Martin stomp
I was raised in the slum and making something out of nothing
Constantly ducking from guns bucking at us and bullets humming
In the streets still running when death's coming
Are we scumbags or bags full of scum in your face
Buck-fifty from my awkward hawk works
Some call you disfigured but I call that artwork
Half-black so half of me is never on schedule
The other half's on time like clockwork
I'm reminiscing hearing gunshots seeing riddled cars
Kids start dealing bars taking mugshots
I kept my gun cocked even after all the drama
Brother shot, getting locked, shoot-outs, bad karma
Not made of armour though but I die with honour though
You know me, my persona's more than slugs and drugs, I gotta flow
I got a ways to go, let the streets know first
Then take the show, this is our stage
You know that's how it goes
Broken bottles and hollows can't stop me
We go full throttle, Slaine hit the pedal, watch you others follow
We're not your role models, you should heed the words though
Flipping birds at the haters, you just got served yo
Or rather maimed by FMB and Slaine
Jaysaun, KO, Beantown, BK
So I just pave the way, some things change
Some stay the fucking same
Either way you'll remember the name