Sam1kayy - Nostalgic

Ain't no air conditioner all i feel is heat
It's too much of us in here i can't even sleep
Everybody got a pair all i smell is feet
Roaches in my cereal i can't even eat
When i was seven all i wanted was some mickedees
Is it still going be a no if add a please
Is he still going be a rat if he get some cheese
Money come with ease go ahead and leave
Imma haitian they was laughing at me everyday
In second grade i had me about eleven js
Momma job paying good payed her everyday
My oboy was working hard they treat him like a slave
Now I'm seventh grade everything changed
I Never planned on being cool they use to call me lame
They used to call me names
I never kept that shit a one hundred cause them hundreds change
I'm just saying i got introduced to cocaine
My thirty-eight was all silver it was plain jain
Before my generation started screaming gang gang
I was a jit already tryna let my nuts hang
Momma scoping everytime she hear my phone rang
Cause she ain't buy me one but it was going off the chain
I never wanted her two know but she done peeped game
She found it in my back pack and a little caine
God damn since a jit my pockets had knots
What you need i got some slabs and a couple rocks
Now I'm a freshman with exclusives that nobody got
See i was mad cause i was fresh but i still i had two walk
Dead bodies so i never liked to play with chalk
I learned to be content it don't matter what you got
Spray da world dummy ese on every block
Remember i ain't have a thang now i got a lot

Written by:
Samuel Jules

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