Yesterday ft. G0DY & Danesha Lyrics

I came up good, both parents in a happy home

Never strived alone, still learned to get it on my own

Most of my A1's grew up in a broken home

Unstable living, mama twisted and they daddy gone

The hood raised em, in the streets they roam

With the stone by they nuts, waist hold the chrome

Or the stainless, hope to never aim it

Label us a brainless, but survival of the fittest what the name of the game is

Damn I hate it, these young niggas dying God

Too many years, too many tears, mama's crying God

Will Squeeze gone, Kev T gone

Jeremy gone, that nigga Flee gone

Just to name a few, the list is too long

Trying to survive, but they tell us that we living wrong

If they ain't in the sky, then they doing a bid

The streets is fucked up, let a young nigga live

Shady be gone soon, they gave him 10 flat

Jay B doing a few, Jawan just went back

Over a thot, he let a bitch take his freedom

MOB we treat em like we don't need em

Though I ain't live it, been around it like my whole life

Seen the drugs, niggas shot after fist fights

When living in the jungle, got to fight to survive

In a hopeless world, it's hard to keep hope alive

It seems like yesterday, we was little niggas running that block

It seems like yesterday, we was young niggas coming up hard

It seems like yesterday, my boy way home, wasn't doing that bid

It seems like yesterday, he was alive let a young nigga live

Now if you know me, I grew up with Regina and Angelique

But that was my choice, Angie always loved the boy

She kept me super fly, that Fubu and Calvin Klein

Seeing Barney at my party brought tears to my eyes

Those was the good ol days

Remember Hank kept some bitches and them deep ass waves

Uncle Dawan, had that fish tank in the wall

Damn, how I loved that shit

Wanted Mahkini I loved that chick

Remember Su bought me that gold medallion

I was young and styling

As I got older, my wants became a problem

See, I was the oldest of five

Mama split from her guy

But never lacked to provide

I just had visions of mounds and piles of currency

I grew up round them hustlers so how could you blame me

I adapted to the life, drinking 40's rolling dice

Remember Weez gave me the ounce, we bagged it right up in his room

Caught six off a zip, I swear I blew

Then pops gave me that Caddy, all white, blue pin strips

Caught them Dubs off of Cubin, thought I was lit, right

See we was rollin on sloppy wasn't no Molly then

Everyday was a party no baby mama's then

Nowadays I probably fucked some of my mama friends

They saying boy you grew up, or I wasn't looking then

They say you just like your uncle, Regina look at him

And if she felt that way, assume the position then

It seems like yesterday, we was little niggas running that block

It seems like yesterday, we was young niggas coming up hard

It seems like yesterday, my boy way home, wasn't doing that bid

It seems like yesterday, he was alive let a young nigga live

Seems like yesterday, we was little niggas running that block

Seems like yesterday, we was young niggas coming up hard

Seems like yesterday, my boy way home, wasn't doing that bid

It seems like yesterday, he was alive let a young nigga live