I ain't gon' lie, I was just fine gettin' Generation Now money Niggas said, Drime, we need Gangsta Girls back Clyde, they don't really wanna see the old me That Drime is dangerous Well, this what y'all wanted? Then this what y'all get Gangsta Brazil Tired of niggas actin' like they know me They gon' turn me back into the old me Ridin' round platinum with the chrome Sequel nigga in the dome Shoot a nigga dead with the chrome I ain't really got problems with my homie YRB don't roll in on my dough They gon' turn me back into the old me They gon' turn me back into the old me They gon' turn me back into the Ridin' for the platinum with the chrome They gon' turn me back into the old me To the old me Ridin' nigga back in for the old me Life is amazing, look how we waste it Countin' the days and thinkin' ways to erase it Like the chronic, I'm blazin' Young nigga jaded, constantly faded Like the pictures he painted in his mind Of bein' a ball player To a young man, encourage the ball and be a player Standin' by the bodega, iron under my coat Do rag, rappin' my braids up Dead nigga to raise up, residue on the razor What if this life a dream and when we die we just wake up *** you supposed to do when the opps is your neighbors Who you supposed to call when the cops try and slay us *** we supposed to teach these lil' niggas we gotta raise up Especially when your mother too high for her to raise ya Or your pops doin' time caged up MAC-11 only thing to save ya Don't give a *** if you gangsta Don't give a *** where you came from I'll send you back in a box Spread love, had to laugh in the tops All work, no mail in the box It's just a stove, three chairs and a scale in the spot One shell to push this nut nigga back in his pops I used to dream about drops Then my brother got dropped And then my mother still was livin' on the same ***in' block Don't tell me bout no ***in' drama, man, that's all I got Before I let him lay me down I'll be sittin' up top with a shank in my cot Tired of niggas actin' like they know me They gon' turn me back into the old me Ridin' around platinum with the chrome Sick with niggas in the domes Shoot a nigga dead with the chrome I ain't really got problems with my homies While I be rollin' on my douglas They gon' turn me back into the old me Life is amazing Close up the shades and Roll up the haze and Split this money three ways Cause it still feel like my nigga with us It been three whole summers, two and a half winters Different color medals on my niggas like Olympic winners Ship ain't hot, we let the beef simmer Then rekindle the flame like a jinnah I remember sleep got knocked Ridin' with a half a bird and that Rolls Royce drop Man, I been turnt up ever since the *** on TV don't exist But when it's right in front your face and it ain't fake You see just what it takes So now I'm on my second trip down to Virginia Cause the first time my cousin asked me if I deliver Bust it open, see the glitter, I drop 50 in the pot I got back a double nickel, bullet holder like a pickle Damn it, bro, I miss you I know you dead, homie, but not the issue I swear I'ma send all them niggas with you