Lyrics:
Allow me to set the stage, rather the page, if I may, had my
Once, upon a time, blink of an eye, tears remain
Absent father same old song, but
Cent in the club
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name
Ayy, ayy
my life day by day
I go outside but all I see is familiar faces
Ridin' with Luke we bout to hit up familiar places
They tell us to stop but we just
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
I know 'bout a spot where there be no one at the park, ay
We can pop a bottle by the river 'til it's dark, ay
I don't tell nobody 'bout it but you
thinking about this all day
All good, there's a reason that we called, Dave
let me start with your background
Where you come from?
Sure, I was undergrad down
a couple steaks on
Sear 'em up just right, hell ya, supper's on
Sky glowin' red as the crickets sing
Grandpa swings by, tells a couple stories
Kids laugh
respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard
with it they do not ruin it
I gotta compliment ‘em damn son it’s the coolest shit
Reminiscing ‘bout the good old times (‘bout the good old times)
old phone
I should call one and go home
I've been in this club too long
The woman that I would try
Is happy with a good guy
But I've been drinkin'
Hey Grandpa they always asking whats in my bag man, think ima go ahead and tell them
Yeah, you know it's a couple grams Yeah, you know I keep a few
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
the whole la familia turn hot like that
Any city, any block, any boulevard
I survive, no lie, I'm a ghetto boy
I could tell ya bout the dos and don'ts
I
a day, don't matter who you are
I been out here grindin' so long
But still I had to find my way on my own
I could tell you what it beez like
I could tell
grandpa raised me old fashioned since a baby
I'm ahead of my time, how can I even act my age? uh
Say you see potential but right now I'm fucking great
Yeah
Money motivations, greens galore
Yeh, I like that shit raw, tell me how that shit feel
Living legend, 20 something, imagine how my dick feel
God damn
I can tell by the way that you peepin me
That you having some thoughts about freakin me
But if you walk up and just speak to me
And tell me what you
wanna quit
Trust me, I had a couple myself, but still I persevered
My grandpa told me he proud of me, I dropped a real nigga tear
Cause that's all I ever
the way through Nashville and Atlanta! (Oh!)
Do I send a postcard over pigeon back to grandpa? (Oh!)
Tell him everything is beautiful in Tampa?
In Tampa
of a threat
I could see you were really bout the biz and it made me double-down cuz I had to submit
Girl you made me wait from the rip, had me thinking how
nope I ain't with it
They'll push me on the street and say
(yo Jeff how bout a ticket man)
To your very next show
But I say no
And I tell them where
when my momma used to hold me
I wish somebody would've told me if you would want it
I'm reminiscing bout the old days
And the pointless conversations
can't take it back?
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Keep my name alive once the time pass by me
Sand in the hourglass (the hourglass)
Never take for
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