Back before the ratchets Only thing that mattered was basketball practice Before I was savage, pussy barely mattered Before the pill habits And slim bitches with baby hands, tatted Project living, penny pinching Not to mention, mommy didn't have it Before I got addicted Around this time I could wake up And find grandma in that kitchen whippin', whippin' Wasn't no different bitches I still had a dream She put my belt tight, face kisses and vasoline I ain't have a 9 and it ain't have a beam It feel like another life Them hard times wasn't light Before I had to knew you could triple it And if you cut it right Way before a nigga ever pushed me Before I knew the sweetest joy next to getting pussy I was precious then I had genuine friends Never got back-stabbed Never tasted revenge Way before I ever left the porch I tend to roam now I'm a long way from home now X2 Way before the fame, before the hate, before the love Before the games, I kinda aimed Before the beef, before the Bloods Me and mami ain't know xannx or molly I was 12 probably, a year I saw a body 13 witnessed a homi, it all changed Bitches, problems, pressure, drugs — it all came New rules, they told us one bang then we all bang Protocol, homies caught bids Waiting on bro to call Mind full of action scenes, I ain't trying to show them all Just trying to be open y'all Jacket zipped up, waiting on snow to fall Reverend said "the good die young" Damn, I hope he wrong Cause I ain't felt young since a youngin' If the reaper ain't at the door, he damn sure coming Way back when sleep came easy Around the time I did that nigga greasy These movie clips ain't Netflix Shit I ain't slept since