[Intro]
When we were kids
Life
Love and respect

[Hook: SPM x2]
I remember way back as a youngsta
All I wanted to be was a Hustla
Getting caught was never thought much of
We was laughing at the cops tryna bust us

[Verse 1: SPM]
1986, Worthin' High
In the back of the GYM burning fry
We called it Amp
Others called it Sherm
Key got a dirty girl
I got a perm
Just some kids getting high all day
And Loc rode a Horse through the hallways
All you heard was the Principles loud voice
Hillwood, n***a, Cocaine Cowboys
By '88 all of us had dropped out
We turned quick snap into the Rock House
In Jr. High wе had him on a [?]
Now we V12
Whipping and patty caking
Mom never thought hеr youngest Son would go to work where you need about dozen guns
And a bag of rocks
I remember she would brag a lot
One day Meek was gonna be a Astronaut
[Hook: SPM x2]
I remember way back as a youngsta
All I wanted to be was a Hustla
Getting caught was never thought much of
We was laughing at the cops tryna bust us

[Verse 2: Max Minelli]
We went from little boys to grown men
With AK's spraying bullets
Hit the wrong men
Every now and then you can catch me zoned in
There's so much evil
Thank my City gave birth to the only
I run these streets like I got long winds
Since I got slown in
If you hear the song spin
Back where you can hear the message lying underneath
Hoping out
My Momma expected her son to be
From the cradle to putting food on the table
Big ass flat screens and HD cables
Hopped out, fresh kicks
You ain't got these
Little n***a in size
But my mind is cocked these
Me and my hustle stucked together like siamese
Sometimes I wonder why I like knot knees
Upside down, Y NY not me
Till I hear God say
They're gonna happen in my speed
[[Hook: SPM x2]
I remember way back as a youngsta
All I wanted to be was a Hustla
Getting caught was never thought much of
We was laughing at the cops tryna bust us

[Verse 3: Rasheed]
Getting over 'bout grams
I was getting fronted 100 packs
Young black lumber jack
When the summer, run it back
Momma was doing 10
My pops went to Pakistans
Making me a target for fans
I'm a mark man
Smoking mo's with [?]
Watching folks trying out
Respecting n***as out like so kind
Sometimes I'm so calm
Looking at the ghost
With the gun in his palms
He kept missing
It wasn't my time
Rats in the house like they paying rent
Moving our Whores
Sleeping on cement
Remember running to the High School
Shotty got the [?]
VK, shoes, nice town
Was my home ground
I never asked my n***a G how to do it king
Should of been astate
Mothafuckas now look at me
Addictive personality
A fiend for finance
A mad man
Governor, penitentiary, man
[Hook: SPM x2]
I remember way back as a youngsta
All I wanted to be was a Hustla
Getting caught was never thought much of
We was laughing at the cops tryna bust us