How Life Changed

Ay say KT

I remember bro standing out ten of uh

Flip a bird split it up

Antenna stickin' up

For crooked cop patrollin'

If the rad-doh rollin

All the dough I'm throwin'

Fuck a jail I ain't going tonight

Quick to pull a 4-4 in the fight

Under the street lights

Rollin' the dice

We was so enticed

By niggas like slick money and ice

We figure prison end should come with the light

Along with losin' your life

And there were no way we thought

We'd go to jail for any case we caught

For all the yay we bought

Not a dime did we say we borrowed

Bought damn near every pair of jeans at the mall

Had our way with the broads

Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all

Seem like every other day we brawl

That AK on call

When I think about all we done

It's amazing to see how far we come

Remember

I remember walkin'

Didn't have a dollar in my pocket

Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options

Oooh Oooh

Oooh Oooh

How life's changed

I remember hustlin'

Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us

Now I read about it in my office

Oooh Oooh

Oooh Oooh

How life's changed

Ay say C-Roy

Remember days we was slangin' the hard

In a crib with no lights

We used to stay in the dark

Remember Captain Mac bonin' man

They were retarded

I don't know who kept us laughing the hardest

Since our sacks was the largest

Didn't take us long to corner the market

I remember everyday was a party

15 16 with dreams of being cocaine bosses

In pursuit of that

We made so many terrible choices

Like the time we made away with that Millennium

From the dealership

Before our day won we killin' em

Late nights

Gun fights

High speed chases

So close to the good life we taste it

Damn the consequences pimp

If it's a chance we take it

First case a month in juvenile and get probation

When I think about all we done

It's amazing to see how far we come

Remember

We started small time dope game

Hustlin' that cocaine

In the state traffickin'

High feeling no pain

Numb to the fact

That we was poisoning our own kind

I ain't give a fuck

He gettin' his so I want mine

Young and with that attitude

Somebody finally gimme that

I ain't give a fuck how I got it

It was real as that

So if I had to peel a cat

Somebody was dead then

Since I'm a killer

That's the condition my head's in

Can't work too hard to get my money

I refuse to

Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you

These streets are 9 to 5

You want it we can get it for ya

And even though they steady changin'

This is still a hustle

Still got them same rules

Man I be the same game

We'd even found some brand new money

Still we maintain

This ain't integrity

We upheld in the street life

Livin' the mother fuckin' dream

Niggas singin' like...