Talkin' about good times
Everybody has bad times
Ain't nothin' like the tougher times
We're gonna make it through yeah

Growin' up in the hood wasn't all bad
I can reminisce about the good times I had
Tripping off the tequila and the drug dealing back in the day
When all my niggas were the villains

So I kept on hanging out when brothers were banging out
Control, drinking that eight double 'o
And yellin' domino, kicking lots of drama though
Talking that trash and then dash with the cash flow
That's how it went or should I say how it goes

Beatin' down all the clowns actin' like a--
Hoes thinking' that I was hard and a leader of the bunch
Still drinkin' Kool Aid and eating Captain Crunch
I kind of had a hunch that my life was going foul
But I had the attitude
How you like me now?

Down with the fellas on my block every day around the clock
A little knucklehead, carrying a glock
Let out a shot cause my boy got popped by a fool selling rocks

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When school let out I had a ball
I'm talkin' about the times I even showed up at all
All the way home just walking alongside the train tracks
Out jumps a bum then he snatched my backpack

Almost had a heart attack and swallowed my gum
Stepped back and yelled out the city I was from
He didn't pay me any mind though
Drank his last swallow
Took it to the head 'til the bottle was hollow

Looked back to check if he had followed
Thought to myself, "Ho damn, what a role model"
Told my mom, she started laughin'
Talkin' about all the tough times she had way back when

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