Released on September 6, 2013

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[Hook]

I remember nights, when there were no lights

And there was no heat, there was some cold nights

Some hot days, no AC, no clientele

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale

I remember nights, when there were no lights

And there was no heat, there was some cold nights

Some hot days, no AC, no clientele

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale


[Verse 1]

It slipped in the back of my mind

Thinkin' 'bout that penitentiary, 'bout that time

Project poverty, know that I'm on the rug

The lights cut off, the mice and them bugs

Living like a fiend, wakin' up in the crack house

Drinkin' malt liquor in the hood 'til we blacked out

My stash came up missing, felt like I crapped out

She might be my auntie, but she still gon' get slapped out

It's bad times when the family members are cracked out

But if they had bread, then I'mma pull the packs out

I'm on that green leaf, full of that kickstand

But please believe me, I'm trying be a better man


[Hook]

I remember nights, when there were no lights

And there was no heat, there was some cold nights

Some hot days, no AC, no clientele

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale


[Verse 2]

Greenbrier projects, summer me and gangsta Fred

Sackin' dough, countin' bread 'til our fingers bled

Gangsta kept the pounds of good, Tony sold the raw

One night narcotics jumped out on us, almost burnt the law

Thought the law was the robbers, come to take our pockets

Call us NASA, 'cause we shoot them nina's just like rockets

I'm past first class street, I'm in the cockpit

Silver Bentley, next week might have to cop it

These hoes tryin' to flag me down, they need to stop it

Asked for their numbers back in the days, wouldn't drop it

Now they see these icy bottles match these icy chains

From VIP, I stand on stage and I do my thang


[Hook]

I remember nights, when there were no lights

And there was no heat, there was some cold nights

Some hot days, no AC, no clientele

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin'a make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale

Ridin' 'round in the hood, tryin' to make a sale