Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Let me show you where the story starts before I made my mark
On every corner park bench that played a part
Mom's joy, her baby boy, the smell of reefer
Sparkle the soundtrack, heard a young Aretha
Franklins, my pops on his paper chase
The only time that he stopped was to take a taste
Rolling Stone, hit a line, or he rolled a bone
Mom's screaming all in the phone, "When you coming home?"
Hanging out, out of my bed, she would bring me out
And ride around, look for this nigga, they would fight it out
Face pressed all on the glass, the tears running
I'm years from it, still the memories clear
Like the liquor that they drank after, tears laughter
They made love, then made war, life chapters
Here's a page, the edges torn, I still remain
Spitting image of both 'til they image fade
Yeah
Say a prayer for the niggas we lost, those behind the wall
Nights that we flirted with death, we could have lost it all
Hear the sound, rounds echo in the staircase
Niggas robbin' dealers for sport, and did it bare face
Standing at the top of the steps, saw the barrel raise
Nigga lookin' death in the face, wouldn't run his chain
Laughed at him, grabbed at him, then the trigger bang
Bullets flying right by my face, another bullet rang
Heart beating, so I reach for the gun
While these two niggas fighting, try to grab it and run
Throwing fists, niggas slippin' in piss
The gun fell, the stairwell was full of smoke
I just grabbed and squoze, I could have hit them both
Was so close, but life chose a different plan
Different route, I made it out and still remain
Spitting images until my image fades
Yeah
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Waited, but, but, but you ain't, but you ain't)
(Ain't coming down)