Back before the ratchets
Only thing that mattered was basketball practice
Before I was savage, pussy barely mattered
Before the pill habits
And slim bitches with baby hands, tatted
Project living, penny pinching
Not to mention, mommy didn't have it
Before I got addicted
Around this time I could wake up
And find grandma in that kitchen whippin', whippin'
Wasn't no different bitches
I still had a dream
She put my belt tight, face kisses and vasoline
I ain't have a 9 and it ain't have a beam
It feel like another life
Them hard times wasn't light
Before I had to knew you could triple it
And if you cut it right
Way before a nigga ever pushed me
Before I knew the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
I was precious then
I had genuine friends
Never got back-stabbed
Never tasted revenge
Way before I ever left the porch
I tend to roam now
I'm a long way from home now
X2
Way before the fame, before the hate, before the love
Before the games, I kinda aimed
Before the beef, before the Bloods
Me and mami ain't know xannx or molly
I was 12 probably, a year I saw a body
13 witnessed a homi, it all changed
Bitches, problems, pressure, drugs — it all came
New rules, they told us one bang then we all bang
Protocol, homies caught bids
Waiting on bro to call
Mind full of action scenes, I ain't trying to show them all
Just trying to be open y'all
Jacket zipped up, waiting on snow to fall
Reverend said "the good die young"
Damn, I hope he wrong
Cause I ain't felt young since a youngin'
If the reaper ain't at the door, he damn sure coming
Way back when sleep came easy
Around the time I did that nigga greasy
These movie clips ain't Netflix
Shit I ain't slept since