[Intro: J. Stalin]
Yeah, man, it's your boy J. Stalin
Man, you feel me
I'm just sittin' here lookin' at this photo album, man
I got a lot of n***as that ain't here no more
Man, you feel me, man?
Shit, man, done brought tears to my eyes, man
Man, you know what I'm sayin'
Let y'all know how I feel about that

[Verse 1: J. Stalin]
Seems like high school was just around the corner
Now everybody and their mama posted on the corner
I used to play Madden 'til the sun came up
Look mama, I'm a star now, your son done came up
You're in good hands, surely you ain't gotta worry
'Cause I can see through the fog, even when it's blurry
Hopin' Jazz and Dame come home in a hurry
I rock thirty-thousand, n***a, and wasn't urgent
My n***as on they way if I tell that it's urgent
Fresher than detergent, dressed to impress
Yup, that's them n***as from the West
Had to bury a lot of soldiers, but we still blessed
'Cause them cops kept us stressed
They paid in the long run
Me, I got on my grind and see I had a son
We used to smoke weed and knock money by the tons
This was way before we was playin' with guns

[Hook X2: J. Stalin]
And ain't no n***as like my n***as
I miss my n***as
I'm lookin' at these pictures
It's funny how the 90's came and gone
Thinkin' about the days when we used to get our mash on

[Verse 2: J. Stalin]
Don't ask me, I'll tell you the Hennessy take the pain away
But shit, I miss her more and more everyday
What's up greedy, me need your j-j
I know everybody got somebody to tip away
See, I'm a Mar brotha, you could believe that
Stalin on the suade to a platinum plaque
I do it for the ones with crack addicted mothers
And n***as with RIP, take two's of they brothers
The ones who let the pressure, man the system take them under
Don't trip, I understand why you picked up that bundle
And call it a city, but we call it a jungle
I just wanna tell you I ain't shit without my homeboys
That's why when I'm on stage, they right there with the toys
Lil Ricky, Nar, L, I see y'all
We them n***as, mothafucka's wanna be y'all
Guess what, this is Cypress Village vogue call

[Hook X2: J. Stalin]
And ain't no n***as like my n***as
I miss my n***as
I'm lookin' at these pictures
It's funny how the 90's came and gone
Thinkin' about the days when we used to get our mash on

[Verse 3: J. Stalin]
I'll bust a head for Gun
'Cause he'll do the same thing
Go through the street measures for the Cy-Vi gang
My family mean more to mean than an ice chain
Where I'm from, 5-0 pick em' up like a crane
I ride with lil K, n***a, blood is blood
And me and Maybach'll go slug for slug
With who-ever, whenever, any given time
How you gon' see down the right path when you blind
On the cloud, he'll bend the world, I still shine
Search it deep in your heart and you shall find
The strength that you need to get you past the time
I keep it real, smokin' weed, jottin' down the lines
When you livin' that life, got you peakin' out your blinds
If I could, I'd take back the hands of time
But me? I'm just talkin' 'bout the shit on my mind
Me? I'm just talkin' 'bout the shit on my mind

[Hook X2: J. Stalin]
And ain't no n***as like my n***as
I miss my n***as
I'm lookin' at these pictures
It's funny how the 90's came and gone
Thinkin' about the days when we used to get our mash on