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Remember growing up in the hood
Them was the good old days
The poverty and wasted talent
Not really my thang
Seen my niggas who could play ball
Go sell they soul
The streets gave us that fast money
And we fell for it
Its a different life when you
Knee deep off in the hood
Not many giving out guidance
So you misunderstood
How you want me to go working for a slave wage
I'm trying to cop me a new foreign
Fuck the old days
Its a different type of life
When you born in the gutter
The world treat you like its sweet
I ain't no fucking sucker
I'm a put in work for whatever I'm trying to get
Never been the type to beg and do the leeching shit
You said you trying to touch a bag
Well go put in the work
The hood taught me a lot shit and some of it hurt
Seen a kid lose her life at the bus stop
I was kid my damn self
But I never forgot
I'm having nightmares
Be daydreaming
I need some peace
Got so much going on in my head
I need relief
I been holding it in
Never knew how to let it go
But this mic feel like therapy
I just let it flow
Remember growing up in the hood
Them was the good ole days
The poverty and wasted talent
Not really my thang
Seen my niggas who could play ball
Go sell they soul
The streets gave us that fast money
And we fell for it
Its a different life when you
Knee deep off in the hood
Not many giving out guidance
So you misunderstood
How you want me to go working for a slave wage
I'm trying to cop me a new foreign
Fuck the old days
Remember dreaming bout a foreign
Trying to get a Benz
You ever wanted some so bad it just swallowed you in
You ever cried about the struggle
Prayed for better days
Never quit before results
Today could be ya day
You ever dealt with racism
I'm talking face to face
That's a pain that cant no liquor ever wash away
You got a talent let them see it
How they posed to know
I was scared to rap
But now I'm out here rocking shows
Its crazy how one choice
Can change ya whole life one day
And what somebody teach you
Can help you or cause you pain
Its crazy how one choice
Can change ya whole life one day
Don't let the pain keep you down
Fuck it get paid
Remember growing up in the hood
Them was the good old days
The poverty and wasted talent
Not really my thang
Seen my niggas who could play ball
Go sell they soul
The streets gave us that fast money
And we fell for it
Its a different life
When you knee deep off in the hood
Not many giving out guidance
So you misunderstood
How you want me to go working for a slave wage
I'm trying to cop me a new foreign
Fuck the old days

Written by:
Jalen Brown

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