Glory Days (Explicit)-Cormega

歌手 : Cormega

专辑 : The Realness

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:22

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TXT Glory Days (Explicit)-Cormega 文本歌词

Yea Spank what up my ni**a

Sup baby what's happening

Yo son man look at this sh*t man

Times be f**king changing man

Know what I'm sayin man

I wish we just go back sometimes

You know what I mean

No doubt son you know we all wish

That man but we going through

Transition right now baby

Son as long as I got my niggas with me

But let me reminisce yo

I'm about to take your minds on a trip

Cause everytime I rhyme I kick The Realness

Remember niggas used to

Take gold frames and snatch chains

Infact that changed

Cause the error of the crack game was real

Mad nights I used to daydream

Wishing I could be the next Alpo

Or Green for Fourth Ring

I used to be magnetized to fly rides

Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise

I became a little ni**a getting money type often

Living the I'll life sporting Nike Delta forces

I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power

I never knew grams of powder could

Make bags of dollars

I spent hours writing graffiti

And niggas like Smitty made getting

Rich look real easy

Remember when

Damn son you taking a ni**a back right now

Yo to all my ghetto legends

Whether live or in the essence

Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus

Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize

Cause nothing moves faster

Than the hands of time

And I remember when the whole drug game was hot

Son a cop got shot in Southside Queens

And tactical narcotics teams making headlines

Being big time could get you fed time

Undercover vibe pouring out just like red wine

Mega keys getting C's about D's

I heard stories about bulletproof 300 E's

Yo the mind of a analist is mine so handle it

The way I right rhymes considered a gift

I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent

Rocking Fi-las rhyme was the thing

I couldn＇t de-ny

I used to read about supplies gettin' busted

Cause guys that they trusted made deals with D A 's

Minds corrupted

The feds estimated Fat Cat was getting millions

Black Ratti was the richest ni**a in my building

Remember when

Yea son was doing his thing

Yo to all my ghetto legends

Whether live or in the essence

Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus

Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analize

Cause nothing moves faster than the hands of time

Before my story ends rest in peace to Killa Ben

And live niggas memories you live again

Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce

And wonder how alotta cats got so rich

I can't forget RK he introduced lots of loose rocks

A few cops and alotta sales from rooftops yea

You shoulda seen the deez when

Will bought the red 3-Roller

Memories of those days are golden

Yea for all my ghetto legends

Ever burrough all my niggas

Who was thorough

Yea knah mean

Know what I'm saying son

Niggas was holdin' it down back then

Fat Cat Tony Montana Big Wall Queen

Niggas for the team

Motherf**kin my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green

All them Brooklyn niggas

Alpo and all them mobstyle niggas doing it uptown

Boy George all them Bronx niggas

Niggas was seeing money back then son

The Glory Days know what I'm saying

Y'all niggas know what I'm talking about word