[Intro: Elcamino]
Yo
This that shit right here, like
That type of shit that we be on, like, at an early age (Jansport J)
Seasoned vets
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Elcamino]
Was restless, chain smokin' soon as the stress hits
I was reckless because I knew I was protected
Soon as this check hit, I'ma go buy a bigger necklace, investments
It ain't really much question 'bout who the best is, blessings
I'm the king on board like how chess is
Uh, we the young n***as that's bringin' back the essence
Room full of all my rich homies, I learned lessons
Makin' six figures, that's one of my new obsessions
The streets made me this way, these are my confessions
I would've risked it all for a stack and the new 11s
I wasn't always connected, at first, I sold sevens
Me with no hustle, that's like a church with no reverend
The streets don't love nobody, she still gon' let you fuck
You been in it for a minute and you still ain't catchin' up
I been winnin' for a minute and still don't feel like I'm up
I done did a lot of shit and feel I still ain't done enough

[Chorus: Elcamino & Heem B$F]
I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine
Can't believe we made it through them hard times
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days
They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine
I can't believe we made it through them hard times (Uh, uh)
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway (Uh, they know)
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days (Uh)
[Verse 2: Heem B$F]
It's like everybody wanna be Big and wanna be Pac
Wanna be the trigger man, but don't wanna be shot
Wanna be like Nas or Jay, Dipset, or the Lox
Master P in No Limit, Free and Beans with the Roc
All the hustlin' I did, tryna be like my pops
Had me stressin' in the crib, on the run from the cops (I was on the run, n***a)
N***as from my old class, they wanna be opps
That hatin' shit don't last, you wanna be in my spot
This fifty bands in cold cash, got this shit off a block
And them stories that I tell true shit 'bout my block
Lil' resi' on the scale, extra grams in the pot
Started off slingin' bales twelve hundred a pop
This when Face was still home, before Mike got shot
Right at Tia front door, before the block got hot
I had an old .38 before the Glock that cock
And did my first hand to hand in front of Julio's shop, it go, uh

[Chorus: Elcamino]
I'ma go and get this cake so we can all shine
Can't believe we made it through them hard times
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days
They ain't wanna give me shit, I had to take mine
I can't believe we made it through them hard times
Had my back against the wall up in the hallway
I can't believe that we made it through them hard days