[Intro]
Hey

[Verse 1]
This for my boys gettin’ pissed in the park
Like we used to do back in the days after dark
All rockin’ NBA starter caps
Get drunk and start askin’ where the markers at
How class is that? In the class of our own
How fast we get stoned when we passin’ them cones
Gettin’ taught lessons when the cops step in
“I don’t know ‘em, it’s the first time I met ‘em”, fuck, y’all
Always roughed or gettin’ roughed up or
Gettin’ bored ‘cause we can’t afford any more
Drinks from the storе and we need weed
But we nevеr seemed to have the money needed to score
I wished I wasn’t broke, I always was
Still rippin’ a dozen cones ‘til I’m throwin’ up
Up ‘til three AM in [?] alley
First place my rhymes was felt, how we’d say
“Without pain you’d get no gain”
I ain’t shamed about rockin’ a Death Row chain
Gangsta rap got me, started honin’ my skills
And now they all know me as Ill
And you won’t see that chain around my neck anymore
But you see me rep mics and I wreck many more
And it’s a trip, come with me
As I remember this shit, I reminisce
[Verse 2]
Yeah, doin’ nothin’, just stay up late
Makin’ pipes out o’ garden hose and Gatorade
As memories start to go and fade away
I wish I had’ve stayed the same but it changed
School’s gettin’ tougher, dudes gettin’ harder
Gettin’ rougher, still, we laughin’ at motherfuckers
All’s we do’s get in brawls with crews
And evade cops before they withdraw our booze, man
All them good old nights
In my good old Nikes, ridin’ on my good old bike
Deliver to your doorstep more fresh weed
And bring the heat like the northwest, na’mean
The more seemed to reflect, the more it seems
Like Notorious BI said, “All dreams”
The once true, I ain’t front, dude
Gonna be a lifetime ‘til they’re gonna come through, man
Lost a few friends, gained a bunch
Got some I don’t see a couple days a month
But when I do come around and say what’s up
The same boys with the same old love, it stays stuck
It may just last for the rest of my days
‘Til I’m peace out forever and rest in my grave
And you’ll be tellin’ your grandkids of my skills
When you reminisce over Ill, my god
[Commentary]
My god
Yeah, this next track’s produced by
[?] otherwise known as J-Skub
Let’s go