Lyrics

[Intro] I heard you rushed and rushed and attacked Then they rebuked and you had to smack Causing rambunction throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear [Verse 1] What's up, kid? I know shit is rough doing your time Your girl text me acting slick but I don't choose to reply I know it's probably rough, meant to say congratulations Your son got straight A's, went to his graduation And he got the manners that his father has You only got to ask him once to do something, he says "Roger that" And Uncle Vinny started to sober up We tryna get you home, put the Raquel Welch posters up Nah, I'm playing, I'm just joking around Remember going to your momma's house and smoking a pound Remember Ricky coming, Uncle Vinny loading the rounds He was so high, couldn't tell his ass from a hole in the ground He poking around, I miss those times Only thing I can say now is how that delicious wine? [Hook] After our cars got shot up, we the fucking victims But they still got you locked up, fuck the system They sending shots in the air like a bottle rocket Remember in the Honda playing Nastradamus Never wanted that time to end (I miss my nigga, where you at now, I miss my nigga, where you at now) I think about it time and time again (they put my nigga in the rat house, tell these opps they better back down) [Verse 2] Life's a Rodeo, no Travis Scott I remember you used to pull up with the speakers for my brother when Illmatic dropped At the time, we seemed legendary We was down to get the cheddar, nigga, any means necessary Don't even worry if we don't write checks Because we was writing rhymes, wonder how you ain't signed yet In the projects like Marcy, lord have mercy on us They said you'd be out 2023, early August Remember during rainstorms, we'd sit in a room and brainstorm On how to get this money so the bills would be paid for All of them bills, shit, had to postpone it First pistol ever, shit, you taught me how to hold it And when I shot my first rifle but couldn't control it Or when we robbed the Subway No charges cause your girl's mother owned it, shit They say they king here, you dethroned that shit I love you, even if I don't show that shit [Hook] After our cars got shot up, we the fucking victims But they still got you locked up, fuck the system They sending shots in the air like a bottle rocket Remember in the Honda playing Nastradamus Never wanted that time to end (I miss my nigga, where you at now, I miss my nigga, where you at now) I think about it time and time again (they put my nigga in the rat house, tell these opps they better back down) [Verse 3] Now, I think the month was November or something We in school and the teacher, he be lecturing something You talking bout this lick to hit, we gon' better the budget Only get a few hundred, but it's better than nothing Plus we gonna pay the bills, robbing with bandanas on Come to think about it, you my idol, I'm a Padawan Shit, we couldn't get no paying jobs So we hit the lick, before we leave, we praying hard On the way to the bando, we was playing Nas Untitled album, inside a breaking car We open up the door, both of us staying calm Look into the room, a bunch of people playing cards On the outside, looking like a spotless house But this house was hella full, that is not a doubt "Hope they don't spot us out", you whispering Little did we know, they was listening, we weren't considering "Can I help you gentlemen?" In his hand, I can see him holding the Old Testament He knew we came to rob him, but a smile still on his face And my whole motherfucking life changed on this day He said, "I see you come to rob you, y'all are already prepared You must want my money, men, I got plenty to share But I want you to know, you poor starving gentlemen You never had to rob him just to get to my Benjamin's Here, take this money, I won't press charges I've been in the same boat when I lived in West Harlem I know sometimes this world can be frustrating But I picked myself up after I started fundraising But everyone still needs help every once in a while" Next thing I know, he gave us bucks and a smile Damn, he was doing us a favor That money paid the bills and the rent, that nigga was a savior