I Remember

[Trae]<br>I find myself in a daze, sitting watching time fly on by<br>I tried to catch a grip, but somehow we keep moving on by<br>We came a long way, from playing hide-and-seek on the block<br>To bleeding corners on the daily, barely missing the cops<br>We turned to grown men, quicker than the blink of an eye<br>Some of us made it some of us didn`t, but still we got by<br>What about the good times, ain`t too many but I remember<br>Stadium Bowl, the rest of the clubs wouldn`t let us in `em<br>We was young, and plus our pants sag like Dubs<br>But we ain`t care, cause half of the parking lot knew who we was<br>We came from riding on a bike, and graduated to a Houpe<br>Six deep with a grey cassette, trying to swang banging Screw<br>That was the days, but now we only riding with guns<br>Only understanding I got, is multiplying my funds<br>And moving slow in a drop, pass bops so grimey<br>Missing better days, hoping they could come and find me<br><br>[Hook]<br>I remember, being kids on the block<br>Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot<br>I went from playing tag, to me running from the cops<br>Went from Tunker Toys, me swanging in a drop<br>Flying pass bops<br>I remember, being kids on the block<br>Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot<br>I went from shooting water, to me loading up a glock<br>I came from the gutter, trying to make it to the top<br>Shit don`t stop<br><br>[Jay`Ton]<br>I remember kicking it, with my niggaz in Middle School<br>In the hall full time, fuck class and all the rules<br>Late night, I was with the O.G.`s on the block<br>Curfew broke, but I was trying to stack me a knot<br>With my nigga Raw-C, Nick and the T-Head<br>Can`t forget about the J2, and blocks we bled<br>Playing tackle football, while we on the concrete<br>In the house, imitating everybody we can beat<br>From the West to the North, with my nigga Pyrex<br>On the hunt for some bops, roaming through the projects<br>When I turned 16, Trae bought me a car<br>Four 15`s, so the hood know who we are<br>Jay walking, so you know I`m walking it fly<br>T-shirt creased up, fuck a suit and a tie<br>Them was the days, I`ll probably never see him again<br>So my main focus now, is for me stacking my ends<br><br>[Boss]<br>I was raised back in the 80`s, I can tell ya bout the Smurfs<br>We was kids, we done traded our nurse for hard work<br>I can go back in the day, to playing get like me<br>In the hood looking for trouble, can you hit like me<br>I was a youngster in the street life, bailing through the street lights<br>First pair of G-Nike`s, ask a nigga what that G like<br>I remember playing curve ball, and soccer<br>They got most of my homies chained up, in 5-by-7 lockers<br>The days ain`t the same, in `79<br>Nigga was cool in `94, but now everybody walk in a shady line<br>25 years of keeping it real, wasn`t hard for me<br>Living for the moment, to hit the gates for the Lord to see<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>I done came a long way, from cutting class<br>No more ducking hall monitors, now the FED`s on my ass<br>Grown man shit Joseph Wayne McVey, I never thought I would say<br>That a state jail or prison, is a place I`d have to stay<br>I remember Saturday morning, cartoons and basketball<br>Half of the niggaz I was hooping with, in a casket y`all<br>The streets, is a graveyard<br>187`s every second, please watch over my days Lord<br>I`m nothing but a Christian, I`m down with Jehovah<br>But this day in time, you ain`t gon make it if you ain`t a soldier<br>So God forgive me because I`m strapped, somebody might try to do me<br>The real world ain`t like my block, this shit it like a movie<br>Make me wanna travel back in time, like Michael J. Fox<br>To when all my people was living, and it was love on the block<br>But ain`t nothing but the future, bout to take place<br>It`ll never be 1989 again, so nigga fuck friends<br><br>[Hook]