[Verse 1]: n***as broke off some rabbits Went up north with habits And then turn from boss to average Can't afford, then you ain't got what it cost to have it When a love of a family members' loss its tragic Digging in my pocket tryna find a knot Moved a little minor rock Cause they was only scrapping on a minor block Playing in the building, Transforming pain into millions Off dimes of chocolate, What a feeling High-top harlems with the strap still on em No baggies, capsules, wrestlin' and slap sk**s Everybody bussed it Fried baloney sandwich with the mustard sh**, either you ate or you flushed it Think about it those were the best days On the phone with shorty While you ironing your clothes for the next day Lunch money turned into pack money, Dudes I was cool with starting to act funny Honeys wanna hit, So they starting to scrap for me Imagine what its gonna be when I get this rap money Looking up to whoever was known for cooking up You could be taken in, or you could be tooken up Stand firm like a man , Never get shooken up Swear you can make it my n***a...Just look at us What goes around comes around again Know the same rule applies from now till then [Verse 2]: Yo... Now its getting spooky It switched to the Acura, Integs and Suzuki's 'Lotta Ninos and Pookies Dapper Dan... Silks and Bally's Ropes Dookie Whoever was in office was letting it flow loosely Sent crack, Some n***as came home then went back Thugged out, sh** wasn't the same so they bugged out I don't wanna rush into it Looking at my uncles and cousins do it Thinking to myself, "There's nothing to it" Now I gotta pager, And the minor rock turned major Cause the fiends is looking for the flavor Nice little run with the crew, Money wasn't coming fast as i wanted it to So I fell back, Took a deep breath Inhaled rap, Waited for a spot to open up and held that Even tho, it's still a lotta bumps in the road yo' Everything is well-earned, Nothing is old though Think about it, while cleaning and loading the 4-4 Reality is, d**h is convienent to most folks The torch is lit, And me? I'm just fortunate To be in it for this long still scorching sh** Every verse is food, Every song is dinner I belong with winners, Only the strongest finish So you could be cool or you can wild till the end But the same rules apply, From now till then