Feelo Dez - Product of My Homiez

Aye
Remember we used to record in the corner of the room
With the damn homemade pop filter
With the pantyhose on it
Shit, I remember stealing beats off of youtube
Throwing 'em right in the converter
You feel me
Straight to Mp3
Throw that into Cool Edit Pro
Do about 40 takes 'til I get that one perfect one
Shit, you couldn't tell me nothing after that
Remember
Yeah
Remember them days in The Projects, hotboxing them reggie blunts
Free-styling and plotting on every buck
Them raps off the top gave my head a rush
Aye, when you play my new tape, nigga, let it bump
After that session, go back in the crib
Hop in the booth and blackout in that bitch
Hop out the Stu', grab the Mac and a swish
I roll up in the whip, we back at it again
Aye
Shout out to my niggas in the past time
Even then, it was written in the past life
I'm still kicking on the grind with the graphite
In my eyes, I'll be in my prime 'til the last line
Tryna' make dis-count like it's half-price
What I got in store, guarantee you spend yo' last dime
(Bet)
If I could give my old head any advice
(Umm)
Do yo' thang and have faith 'cuz you half nice
You gon' have nights lost in yo' doubt
And days when you finally got it all figured out, right
Suddenly, life will put you on a different route
Might spin around and find, you at the beginning line now
You never notice the clock 'til the end
So make the best of yo' time and whoever you spend it with
But whatever you do, you better remember this
Time flies when you sit and reminisce for a bit like
Yo, I ain't nothing but a product of my homies
No matter how I change, I can't forget the old me
Like, who knew that ol' boy turn out to be so OG
And I promise, I won't fold and you can put that on me
Through the years, I was stuck on where I'm 'sposed to be
Now I'm here, I look back and see the growth in me
But after all them chapters, who gon' tell the story
(Who gon' share the glory, who gone)
Yeah
Remember them days when I could barely finish a reggie blunt
Now, all I hit is that heavy stuff
Pack a joint wit' a tip like it's healthy, but
I'm at a point where you quit or you level up
After that session, I'm back in a sense
Fall off the deep and I'm back on the fence
All of the freedom I had as a kid
Just a boy with a dream in reality's grip
Aye
I been getting busy in the meantime
No free time, overtime over me time
I'm still kicking on the grind, not to remind
When you make it far, it make it hard not to rewind
Then you realize, ain't no retries
Still, I see the same things on repeat like
These days becoming routine nights
Make a nigga think twice 'fore rushing the green light
(Skurr, skurr)
It's been a wild trip, I ain't stopped yet
I'm looking ahead like shit, whatchu' got next
Can't forget about my niggas in the process
Watch ya' boy finish what we started in The Projects
(The Projects)
And I confess, I ain't called or sent a text
But I'm hoping for the best, yeah I betchu' know the rest
I'd pick a time and date, but time waits for no man
Sometimes, I sit and reminisce for a sec like
Yo, I ain't nothing but a product of my homies
No matter how I change, I can't forget the old me
Like, who knew that ol' boy turn out to be so OG
And I promise, I won't fold and you can put that on me
Through the years, I was stuck on where I'm 'sposed to be
Now I'm here, I look back and see the growth in me
But after all them chapters, who gon' tell the story
(Who gon' share the glory, who gone)
Man
Where does the time go, right
It's like one day you look up and
All you got is your memories
Well, the good thing is, I ain't got no regrets
You feel me

Written by:
DEZMON WEATHERS

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