[Intro: B Magic]

Uh, yeah

Uh, check, yeah

Y'all remember when

The good old days, uh

Yeah, check

[Verse: B Magic]

I remember it was spade games hitting at the table

King Vitaman for breakfast, only basic cable

Blue Chucks on me, made a checkerboard with the strings

One blue, one gray, let 'em know I'm with the gang

Had a ball in them saints days, 'bout to hit the palace

[?] my green to get more green, tryna make a salad

Uh, you niggas gotta love the good days

Little niggas walk up on you, "What's yo' neighborhood, Treys?"

I was hanging in the jungle, I was swinging with gorillas

I'm the greatest nigga, Ali, I'm the Thrilla in Manila

Yeah I walk up on ya' bitch I like the way she wear her Daisy Dukes

Her man didn't like the game I spit so I let the .380 shoot

Backyard boogie on the block

All on Westgate, 732 was the spot

A bunch of westsiders, no fucking with the cops

You gon' slide through then slide through, no mercy for the ops

Man I'm a '80s baby, I grew up with some thugs

Bunch of 5 Trey [?] niggas were selling drugs

Before I was old enough, Sadie's was the club

My uncle had the Beano, they showed a nigga love

Real shit ain't gotta be put into a punchline

I'm real 24, you niggas real sometimes

Notice that the gun sound sounding like a drumline

I'm Pac, Nas, Biggie, Jay, 50, L combined

I thank God for seeing another day of sunshine

Whenever you call me, I will be the frontline

'Member that I had to use to run away from one-time

Couldn't come outside, seen the homies out the sun blinds

Mom kinda strict, but love her more than anything

She the one that raise me, and she give me anything

Pops wasn't around, he was like a rolling stone

I look just like him so he like my older clone

And I used to be a player, with all the little chicks

Stayed at the movies, watching all the little flicks

I was popular, I was cool with all the little cliques

But I can't say I grew up wearing all the newest kicks

I was tryna make a little money for the pocket

Got robbed, now a little nigga got a rocket

So fuck the chain, never been a big fan of watches

Try me get the metal to your heart, that's a locket, what's popping?

Remember FOE was the first team

Blowing big chronic at the young age of 13

My sister told me all about it, that ain't the worst thing

I was on that send a nigga back into the earth thing

Take a nigga 10-speed, sneaking when I run up

Bumping Bone Thugs, I be creeping on the come-up

LA Gears on my feet, squeeze and pull the tongue up

At a scam party seen my homie Cheese shoot the front up

I done been through horror, am I blowed? Bitch I might be

[?] with straps on it, rock it with a white tee

Had to get the Reeboks, no money for the Nikes

All we knew was colors, but never met a Ice-T

You ever heard of [?]? Well welcome to the hood

Moved into the 'gates, they welcomed a nigga good

Posted on the southside, they let a nigga jug

Straight out of the jungle of 'I wish a nigga would's

I was leaving outta school and got jumped by some red-rags

Maybe they wasn't digging the color of my headband

Caught they homeboy next week then I dropped him

Lucky I ain't had a banger, probably woulda popped him

Where would I be now if a nigga woulda knocked him?

Probably in jail because these niggas like to gossip

Living in the street, you gon' know that the road rules

Born in the '80s, 'Yo B Magic from the old school'

Put the chronic on the table, told the homie "Roll it up"

This chick wanna dance, I need somebody to hold me up

'90s was the shit, but the two double-oh's cool

I trade all these new rappers for the old school's

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