Namek - Then & Now (feat. Baldacci & Kokane)

That was then
This is now
Man for all those that made it outta.. Made it out the struggle
Check this shit out Mayne
See I remember when I was just a kid. We livin dangerous
The runnin from the law. This shit is raw. It ain't a thang to us
Up in the trap house sittin with the strap out
Bullets comin for ya if you suckas wanna act out
I went away at an early age
Such a dirty game, but I'm playin and I can't complain
I'm livin cold nights layin on my bunk up in juvie hall
Woke up in the pen. Time flies. Not a dream at all
And now the tables turned. Grew up like a weed plant
Sittin in the ghetto. No dinero. Boy, I needs that
That was a tough spot. Had to make the right decision
And now I'm up like livin life and not in prison
I got priorities. Family over everything
And I don't mean to brag, but the truth, that's just a better me
I know my pedigree. No one else ahead of me
Movin hella fast, the only difference, no amphetamines
That was then
I was tryin to survive
This is now
Ooh, it's a blessing that I made it out alive
Way back when
I really didn't care at all
But this is now
Ooh, I made it through the storms and I'm standing tall
Always been about respect. Gratitude through avenues
Barrios, crips, bloods, homies in taggin crews
West coast politics leavin some black and blue
Certain little things that we had to do
I'm just so blessed that I never got too deep in the dirt
Although I know there's still some foos who wanna see me get hurt
Plenty good folks murdered, then they leave in a hearst
Laid to rest six feet in the Earth, but it don't need to get worse
Play ya part and try to make solid moves
If you're the only playa in the game who plays by the rules
You probably ain't gonna win and that's the cold truth
So get it in and never let these devils fold you
The crime is old news, still they always have to praise the negative
You tryin to take a life? Then go assassinate the president
I'll give ya props for that. Round of applause for that
Straight from Southern California. Pro-club and my Dodger hat
That was then
I was tryin to survive
This is now
Ooh, it's a blessing that I made it out alive
Way back when
I really didn't care at all
But this is now
Ooh, I made it through the storms and I'm standing tall
We made it through the storm
Yea, these streets are crazy as a motha fucka homie
It's a blessing to still be here. Uh. Yup
Dedicate this one to Big Tavo OG. RIP
What up Jimmy Locs? I see you dawg
Life goes on homie. Yup. Get it
Namek. Baldacci. OG Kokane
Frankie Valentine with another one for the west coast

Written by:
Jerry Long Jr., Johnny Despain, Joseph Huicochea

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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