| Yo, I remember them crazy days, in eight grade
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| I would kiss your face in the rain
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| And watch your makeup fade away
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| You was pure, I promised you I would stay and wait
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| Left for the weekend, came back and heard you gave it away
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| Couldn’t believe it, plus my family breaking into pieces
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| My pops cheated, now my mama been searching for Jesus
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| My sister in Atlanta, my other one’s just a fetus
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| In a woman that I can’t stand and don’t want my dad to be with
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| Not defeated, just a teen raising my brother
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| Saving a lil money to help my mom through the struggle
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| Saw my brothers every now and then, but now I’m like, fuck them
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| I tried to let them in on the biz, but I can’t trust them
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| It’s disgusting how these niggas act
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| Yeah, my childhood wasn’t perfect
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| But I would do anything just to get it back
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| Without my grandmama around it ain’t the same
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| I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain
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| We used to play out in the rain…
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| Yo, without a question, I’m second guessing some things
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| Y’all better feed off me, you standing next to a king
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| Confessing my flaws, but yet I’m still the best in the ring
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| Finna put my paws on the jaws of the other teams
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| Mister angry man, heard he got a swing like Mike Tyson
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| Heard he like fighting, we should convert that into boxing
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| Nigga switched my motives and slowly I got it popping
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| Then my nigga got popped, pop, then I stopped it
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| Fuck life, fuck life, fuck a sin, fuck starting a trend
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| My brother in the pen and I’m still looking for revenge
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| Walking down my hood, reminiscing 'bout my kin
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| Now I’m sitting in this den, sentimental with this pen
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| Then again, we was young men with no guidance
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| Tryna avoid trouble, smoking weed, no violence
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| We ain’t hiding, finna live life and get paid
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| We was never afraid, them was the days, yeah, yeah
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| We used to play out in the rain…
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| Yeah, yo, I’d ride my bike to the neighborhood that you lived in
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| Your mama was asleep, cracked the window, then let me slip in
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| Lost track of time, conversation until the sun came up
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| You fell asleep on my chest, then I looked at women different
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| Intentions to be everything that you ever envisioned
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| Saw you kissing another nigga, hit him and got suspended
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| Guess my lesson learned
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| Get it off my chest, when I express with words
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| It’s all a lie if they tell you it’s better left unheard
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| It just occured to me, I’m dwelling on the negative
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| I struggle then I hustle, yeah, but that’s getting repetitive
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| Let’s not forget them crazy summers that we always had
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| Nintendo sixty four, bumping Michael Jackson bad
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| Hit the pad, playing tag with my friends in the cul-de-sac
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| Cooper pretending I’m Shawn Kim, raw shit
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| We grew up and things changed
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| I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain
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| We used to play out in the rain… |