Ay yo man, we bringing back the real knowledge
The real power in hip-hop
We are the streets, the movement
Hot street single smash
We were sixteen, this means robbing was an option
Money was the problem, scrapping copper for some profit
Break it in for some gin, hope your mom dont got a problem
Throw the bottle over the fence, and I hope nobody saw us
We were gone, we were dead, resurrect and go to bed
Just some dirty white boys with some drugs up in our hands
Never slanging dope, no, cause wed rather just smoke
Ice cold, back roads, tires covered in snow
Im taking it back to the basics, Im bringing it back to the basement
See this that Christmas light shining, hundred one blunts to the face, shit
See I was fifteen, drinking like I was fucking thirty-two
All the things you and your friends do, I did that too
Broken glass, blunt ash, dashing away with the product
Peep it, flip it for some dollars, then we buy some more bottles
Our parents thinking that we missing, havent spoken some weeks
My shoes wet from the weather, hiding out from the heat
Im just a young bad kid, wasnt meant to do shit
I did things I wish I didnt, I got things I wish I did
Just a young bad kid, wasnt meant to be shit
I did things I wish I didnt, I got things I wish I did
Feeling something like Jermaine Dupri
Jagged Edge Im with the twisted team
White and cold, Im like Mr. Freeze
But Im looking something like Keanu Reeves
I switch the blade and she pop a bean
Heart stop and she drop to knees
She smell the smoke and she know its SESH
She see my eyes and she know its me, like damn
Did it really all change that quick
Now everywhere we go they know us
I wanna stop time, I dont wanna go on any longer
Just give me a moment