I was fifteen going on sixteen
My only dream to be out of that city
We drank tanqueray, we drink alizé
The snow fell down, we play shallow days
Flash back to those memories
Flickin ash on that fendi
Sending drinks to my enemies
Crackin smiles for all those that envy
I got 24s, poking out
At the club Im showing out
Still tippin, im still sippin
Its 2AM, they still trippin
Kids in the slums, shining up they guns
Get home safe, know you still youre mommas son
Dont lose that life, youll never get it back
Dont choose that life, wind up on the wrong track
Verse 2:
My mother staying up late night
Her fingers crossed that Im safe
Im acting dumb, my phones off
Last time we talked i screamed
See all i can do is hope
My kids are nothing like me
I put my parents through hell and back
And still somehow they love me
I know some people dont get that
Somebody gonna hit that
Cigars stuffed to the rim with drugs
Looking out the cut like who is that
Pulling up in that all black
Hearse so you know its me
Its that young skinny pimp, flows something like breeze
Kids in the slums, shining up they guns
Get home safe, know you still youre mommas son
Dont lose that life, youll never get it back
Dont choose that life, wind up on the wrong track