Remember the times we never had stress?
Chillin with the homies at the park, listen rap?
Mama callin: Eat is finished, come home its dark
Tryna chill with them boys we never had enough ah
Remember the times we chilled on the avenues, ringing at the doors from the neighbourhood crews, cartoons & cereals, no social media
We chilled on the staircase never out the area of 46
We was broke but we lived, it didn't matter if you broke or rich
Repair things before we threw it away, Sony Ericson, iPod full of Dre

Back in the days we chilled all together
Sittin in the sandbox, nothing was better, whatever, all these things in life gon change, nothing stays the same, gotta get it in my brain

*Saxophone playing

Back in the days we never gave a fuck, never was out searching for a big love, never fall asleep with bad headaches, standing up with a lucky ass face. My momma always told me I should come home when the lights go off, when the sun goes down, when the streets are full
When the bad guys around and if a boy trippin my brother beat him down ah, I miss the times so hard mayne, a n***a have a flash back how we chilled at the park mayne, fighting with them guys my brother had to come damn, steal chewing gum at the fair, we run mayne, we lived our childhood how we should and if I could go back, I would. I never had enough of this pretty life but now I gotta work my ass off to live right