[Intro]
Yeah
Izzie

[Verse 1]
I remember the times when I was a YG rolling to primary
Didn't like school shoes, rocked them Nikes
Never got moved to but I was tiny
Couple man didn't like me
Got free kicks for the shineys
After chase the van down for the ice cream
Just another younger from S3
Dropping 16's on the beat boy eski
Fell in love with the pen
F Radio was the ting back then
Listening to Griminal and Dev
Spitting 32's with Wretch
I was born in the ghetto like Ghetts
So I'll see man lose respect
'Cause he dropped them lev's
Rolling to Smash Down sets
Tryna build up a street cred
I was on green, never see less
Just tryna be the best in the ends

[Hook]
I remember the days when they showed no love
Now when I show up man get shown up
Man wanna talk like their throat's sown up
Still they back out the ting like "Fam, own up"
When I roll up man get smoked up
They wanna skid out, no Von Dutch
When I flick out, that's [?]
[Verse 2]
Now I'm in the trap with the cheese and the ammi'
Got that, with a couple G's and a balli
Broke that down, linked a few cats in the alley
Now I've got the line booming like a swammi
My n***as asking what I'm on
I tell them bagging up baggies
And bagging up man, true say I move aggi
Cah I remember the days when they showed no love
Now when I show up man get shown up
Man wanna talk like their throat's sown up
Still they back out the ting like "Fam, own up"
When I roll up man get smoked up
They wanna skid out, no Von Dutch
When I flick out, that's [?]
I'm on crud, these man are on stuff
With the black gloves, you know we get the job done

[Hook]
I remember the days when they showed no love
Now when I show up man get shown up
Man wanna talk like their throat's sown up
Still they back out the ting like "Fam, own up"
When I roll up man get smoked up
They wanna skid out, no Von Dutch
When I flick out, that's [?]