The Beginning
Yeah
Yo
Turn me up
In my head phones
I like that
It's never too late
I'll preach it
From Brooklyn
To staten
Well here's
My life story
My boy tricks
The only one
To ever fight for me
And growing up
Poorly
But
I'll never sweat it
Getting chicks
Wasn't happening
So just forget it
I be like
Why me man
I never
Ran the streets
And we was
Dead broke
That's financially
I had
Some other friends
Until
They stranded me
I know one of them
Never was a fan
Of me
But I could care less
Them be the brakes
What a bunch
Of fakes
They all
Jake the snakes
And mom
You a real one
So much and more
I miss writing for
And fist fighting for
Verbal warfare
Non stop every second
And let's be honest to
My jump shots
My only weapon
I never smoked pot
I never popped
Them pills
I kissed a chick
In miller field
She let me
Cop a feel
I transferred Into
Tottenville
For coach
Rose and burg
She said I got skills
Facts
I hope It works
It changed fast
Cutting class
For hours kid
Always up to something
At the hut
For them sour strips
Around the same time
I met boy drew
Twenty years later
We best friends still
One day ford escort
Picked up
Phil from school
I met these two
Chicks
They were actually
Pretty cool
They challenged
Me and drew
To a game
Of two on two
Oh shit
Okay
Aight bet
The ref
Handed both of them
Staten Island techs
I spotted them
Twenty
That they couldn't
Protect
They so foul
Anyways
Now we getting busy
Tricks be no mic
That's my click
Split personality
Ten years later
I'm the god father
To is he
I'll tell you what
That's my baby girl
I got your back
Cause we're living
In a crazy world
What up gorge
There's the skipper
In saint peters man
You met your first
Fresher
Spiked hair
Head band
Man I really miss him
We take shots for you
Like all the time
We get southern
Comfort in it
Don't forget the lime
And because of you
We met some
Good friends
Uncle raf
Rest in peace
Man I wish
I met him
I guarantee it man
I would have
Like him
What's up baby
Minnesota vikings
And it's the foundation
That we create
Follow your dreams
It's never too late
Uh
Yo
Turn me up
In my head phones
I like that
It's never too late
I'll preach it
From Brooklyn
To staten
Well here's
My life story
My boy tricks
The only one
To ever fight for me
And growing up
Poorly
But
I'll never sweat it
Getting chicks
Wasn't happening
So just forget it
I be like
Why me man
I never
Ran the streets
And we was
Dead broke
That's financially
I had
Some other friends
Until
They stranded me
I know one of them
Never was a fan
Of me
But I could care less
Them be the brakes
What a bunch
Of fakes
They all
Jake the snakes
And mom
You a real one
So much and more
I miss writing for
And fist fighting for
Verbal warfare
Non stop every second
And let's be honest to
My jump shots
My only weapon
I never smoked pot
I never popped
Them pills
I kissed a chick
In miller field
She let me
Cop a feel
I transferred Into
Tottenville
For coach
Rose and burg
She said I got skills
Facts
I hope It works
It changed fast
Cutting class
For hours kid
Always up to something
At the hut
For them sour strips
Around the same time
I met boy drew
Twenty years later
We best friends still
One day ford escort
Picked up
Phil from school
I met these two
Chicks
They were actually
Pretty cool
They challenged
Me and drew
To a game
Of two on two
Oh shit
Okay
Aight bet
The ref
Handed both of them
Staten Island techs
I spotted them
Twenty
That they couldn't
Protect
They so foul
Anyways
Now we getting busy
Tricks be no mic
That's my click
Split personality
Ten years later
I'm the god father
To is he
I'll tell you what
That's my baby girl
I got your back
Cause we're living
In a crazy world
What up gorge
There's the skipper
In saint peters man
You met your first
Fresher
Spiked hair
Head band
Man I really miss him
We take shots for you
Like all the time
We get southern
Comfort in it
Don't forget the lime
And because of you
We met some
Good friends
Uncle raf
Rest in peace
Man I wish
I met him
I guarantee it man
I would have
Like him
What's up baby
Minnesota vikings
And it's the foundation
That we create
Follow your dreams
It's never too late
Uh
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Friscia
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