[Chorus: Blade Brown]

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream

[Verse 1: Blade Brown]

I'ma take you back to that whole one

Left school in like '01

All grinding, no fun

No paper, no funds

Nah nah man, I shouldn't say no funds

Had a couple grand but that's low funds

Nobody told me to hold one

Had to flip that till that crow's done

Yeah I'm talking bout that first green square

Flipped that shit then I copped myself a mean pair

Yeah we used to rob niggas, did it fast

Only thing about that paper man, it didn't last

Turn this shit up loud if you relate to this

Turn it low if you're in your yard and weighing weight to this

I'm like "Oh wow!", got that know-how

Wish I could go back in time with what I know now

But fuck them if, buts and maybes

That shit cut that pays me

My brick cut, it's crazy

But if I slip up, I'm Swayze

Man I reminisce to that time he kept his lips shut and saved me

[Chorus: Blade Brown]

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream

[Verse 2: SDG]

Break down a one-thousand

Finished school in 2000

Big boy, three-thousand

I'm an outcast in that housing

I shut it down and I'm bouncing

In and out, no browsing

If money talks then I'm shouting

Shooters on the pitch and I'm scouting

This real heat I'm holding

No fake tings when I'm rolling

I'll poke 'em up or smoke 'em

Spent forty racks then I'm rolling

Rolling, rolling round town with them square ones

So I can look into the duffle and see bare funds

Me against you ain't a fair one

I spit that fire in the air like a flare gun

No LV's, I can cop them square ones

I can cop ten but here's one

These rappers think they're wrapping, they ain't wrapped shit

Think they can jack who, they ain't jack shit

You ain't real if your gun game's plastic

Now you got Gorilla spazzing on some mad shit

[Chorus: Blade Brown]

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream

[Verse 3: Supreme]

Calm was the definition of my lifestyle

No gold lines, links, minks, no wildlife

Psalms had me on my knees with my hands high

Losing my religion, gave a toss bout this wank life

Then He threw me a rope, started moving the dope

The way my line was popping off, I barely could cope

Incest papes, my grands was having grandsons

Stamp game mean, was having regular tantrums

Then I flipped up to that corner

No flossing, stuck to that order

My bruddas dem got big, their last name shoulda been Warner

And I was rocking that red rag and he was rocking that blue rag

And you might have thought we were banging

We were bashing and bagging

Youngers was all rating, olders was all hating

Ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me

Ball so hard, niggas like my wifey

Whips, the police, the sticks, the Rollies

The bitches, the jail, the snitches all came from square one

[Chorus: Blade Brown]

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream

I'ma take you back to square one

Talking bout that first flip, I mean that square one

I was a little nigga with some big dreams

Now all my little niggas getting big cream