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Glory Days

Yea Spank, what up my nigga

Sup, baby whats happenin'

Yo son man, look at this shit man

Times be fuckin' changin' manKnow what I'm sayin' man

I wish we just go back sometimes

You know what I mean

No doubt son, you know we all wishThat man, but we goin' through transition right now baby

Son as long as I got my niggas with me

But let me reminisce yoI'm about to take your minds on a trip

'Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness'

Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains

In fact that changed, 'cuz the error of the crack game was realMad nights, I used to daydream

Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? Or Green for Fourth Ring?

I used to be magnetized to fly rides

Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually riseI became a little nigga gettin' money type often

Livin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forces

I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power

I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollarsI spent hours writin' graffiti

And niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy

Remember when

Damn son you takin' a nigga back right nowYo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence

Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus

Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze

'Cuz nothin' moves faster than the hands of timeAnd I remember when the whole drug game was hot

Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens

And tactical narcotics teams making headlines

Being big time could get you fed timeUndercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine

Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's

I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's

Yo the mind of a analyst is mine so handle itThe way I right rhymes, considered a gift

I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent

Rockin' Filas, rhyme was the thing I couldn't deny

I used to read about supplies gettin' busted'Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted

The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions

Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my building

Remember when

Yeah, son was doing his thingTo all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence

Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus

Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze

'Cuz nothin' moves faster than the hands of timeBefore my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben

And live niggas memories you live again

Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce

And wonder how a lotta cats got so richI can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks

A few cops, and a lotta sales from rooftops, yea

You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller

Memories of those days are goldenYea, for all my ghetto legends

Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough

Yea, know meanKnow what I'm sayin' son

Niggas was holdin' it down back then

Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen

Niggas for the teamMotherfuckin' my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green?

All them Brooklyn niggas

Alpo? And all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown

Boy George all them Bronx niggasNiggas was seein' money back then son

The Glory Days, know what I'm sayin''

Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word

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