[Chorus]

Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal

Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material

Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials

I'm talkin' 'bout nextel chirps and Boost mobiles

Back when the face tat' was for OG killers

Now I'm seein' tear drops on you SoundCloud niggas

Remember back when music had content and metaphors

Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars

[Verse 1]

All these rappers junkies talkin' like they dope dealers

One song a scammer, the next song they killers

First time I shot the gun, the neighbors called the people

I was watchin' 12 search for shells like Easter

That's around the time they shot my daddy for the Rollie

'Round the same time AI lost to Kobe

Platinum FUBU summers, rockin' Iceberg in the winter

Gold bag Hermès ain't no Sprewell Spinners

Fuckin' up computers, usin' Limewire or BearShare

Bootleggin', boostin', sellin' CDs at the daycare

Savin' up guala, bean bag for my stash spot

Momma still ask me how the fuck I get that Xbox

'Round the first time I saw my uncle smokin' crack rock

In The Flinstones, smokin' Pebbles like it's Bedrock

'Round the same time my pops was scammin' on that laptop

Still remember when my uncle Sydney took that headshot

I was tryin' to get them Jordan 17, deadstock

Used to hoop dream, pushin' rock on the blacktop

Started home invadin', kickin' combination padlocks

Puttin' crack rock in the Figure-4 Leg Lock

I was hella young, watchin' Triple H and Ric Flair

Bust my head open, play fightin' with a steel chair

Tryin' to be a wrestler almost put me in a wheelchair

Thankful for that Medicare welfare, healthcare

[Chorus]

Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal

Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material

Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials

I'm talkin' 'bout nextel chirps and Boost mobiles

Back when the face tat' was for OG killers

Now I'm seein' tear drops on you SoundCloud niggas

'Member back when music had content and metaphors

Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars

[Verse 2]

Nowadays I can't even walk in the store

Without these crazy-ass fans and boppin'-ass hoes, uh

Back in '04, a ho said I wouldn't blow

Now every show I go, 3 or 4, give me dome

I was up in Vegas at the Mayweather party

Then my mama call me 'bout Hurricane Harvey

Said the house got flooded, water covered up the sofa

Impala, Range Rover, she need me to come over

Nowhere near sober, it was fuckin' up my night

Like, "They gon' be alright

Tomorrow, book a flight"

Woke up, forty missed calls, she was callin' all night

Said there's no more food and lights and she been fightin' for her life

Told Toby, "Book the plane," I got to be there by tonight

But all this hurricane rain made the airport cancel flights

I'm like, "What the fuck how?" I'm thinkin' like, "Wow"

Prayin' that she don't drown

"Dear Lord, just get her out"

She worked her whole life to move the family out the hood

Just to lose everything she had in the flood

Donald Trump and Red Cross actin' like some hoes

People drownin' in their homes 'cause they couldn't get a boat

Pops got a bad heart, last year he had a stroke

In his bed, off meds, couldn't swim, sink, or float

On the roof for three days before rescue by FEMA

Twelve years later, same day as Katrina

If you was in my shoes, you would prolly be stressin'

But sometimes, God, He'll bless you and test you

Every day I say my grace because I could've lost my people

I still got cases, me and my brothers fightin' RICO

600K for the bail bonds people

Another 100K, I pray my lawyer got the cheat code

Organized crime, dope and money launder, uh

Five to ninety-nine and that's they only offer

[Outro: Brandon Banks & Maxo Kreams mom]

M—, my big boy, Punken, Maxo Kream

I remeber when you were little boy

You used to tell me, "Jhoc me to shiip"

You, ah, you know every time you say

You say, "Daddy, jhoc me to shiip"

That is jhoc me, rock you to sleep

I used to rock you to sleep

And you, you, you know you've always been a big boy

Punken, pull your pants up, boy

But you know what?

Punken, I'm so proud of you

You came a long way

Keep it up with your music

You doin' good, keep doin' you