Never Forget the Good Old Days

Man, I miss those days. The good old times we had.

Running through the blocks every corner had a laugh. Posted with the homies laughing all

day long. Didn't even notice how the years were moving on. Every year changes

people come and go. Looked in the mirror then when did I grow?

Now I'm telling stories like your last year was fire talking about the

pain, the lessons and desire. It was hard to fit in

with the block OGs. So many switched sides but I stayed me.

I still remember the first smoke I lit. And those nights sneaking out