[Intro]
DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh
[Chorus]
I remember playin’ pitch-up tackle in the grass
But those time didn’t last, uh
The game changed so fast
Sticks was raised in a flash
Some of my homies fell victim to the gun blast
Some of us made it to the cash
Ferraris engines under glass
A million liquid in the bag

[Verse 1]
Up in the fo’, eyes halfway closed, thinkin’ about my life
While skatin’ on these Daytons down the road
Some of my closest homies transformed into foes
Women, I thought was down for me, done turned all into hoes
Game was cold, but now I know
What my oldies told me, bundle up and to be ready fo’
N***as I had the best times of my life with ain’t around no mo’
No how much that I smoke, I won’t forget you, bro
Swear I love you, I remember

[Chorus]
Playin’ pitch-up tackle in the grass
But those time didn’t last, uh
The game changed so fast
Sticks was raised in a flash
Some of my homies fell victim to the gun blast
Some of us made it to the cash
Ferraris engines under glass
A million liquid in the bag
[Verse 2]
Script too worldly, she ain’t play her role
I gave her part to another actress, and she was twice as cold
I send her at you, solid attack ya, you won’t even know
You think you fallin’ in love, you failin’ in a hole
Toss you in it like Joe Pesci off Casino
You broke the G-code, that’s not how we roll
She so G that she could only be with me
Highed-up, lowkey, we the scene, we not on the scene

[Chorus]
Pitch-up tackle in the grass
But those time didn’t last, uh
The game changed so fast
Sticks was raised in a flash
Some of my homies fell victim to the gun blast
Some of us made it to the cash
Ferraris engines under glass
A million liquid in the bag

[Outro]
E in it, Chevy’s on switches
N***a, we smokin’ weed in it
Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches
N***a, we smokin’ weed in it, laughin’ in our—