Lyrics:
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
basketball at the eighth grade gym
Add robbed him from the nuke and his team takes the win
Eighth grade year went by in a blink
Seven thirty in the morning
saw Nelly playin ball but his game was sturrrr
One on one you want to ball, we can ball RIGHT THURRR
Heard Latifah played in high school and she wanted
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah,
I got real diamonds, no crystals
I got that ak, no pistol
I do not play games, too official
All of your raps, too superficial
I put a RIP by your
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
Feeling like im Slim Shady
Throwing the ball like Tom Brady
Pull up like Ed, Edd n Eddy
Three musketeers you better get ready
Muskets you fear, your arms
Don't show your cards to soon
Once thought by you
It's out in the universe
Fair game to lose or use
Make your plan of Action
And execute
Can't wait
young, no old nigga
im cold nigga ice cold nigga
garflow i spit bi bos nigga ,
rifles nigga chop-chop bitch u pop and lock in my gun i like em pop bitch my
tryna ball
Imma need two of everything that I ask for
Need a new crib and whip and a passport
Wanna blast off I'm sponsored by NASA
Bout to take off
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
edition of Blues Clues
My iPhone, headphones, some old bones
Bread loaves, both my parent's headstones
Mini fridge, the board game Bridge
My Nintendo
haymakers
That never did connect
If you come swingin' at me I'ma tell
Somebody grab their eight year old
Metaphorically at Walmart on the floor
Cryin' for
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
Damn, don't talked to the agents
I don't fuck with twelve, but they call me Tom Brady
So I ball like the Patriots
I sent you to Hell
And you should
beaten by 11 year olds now
Keep on using Megatron yeah
And im coming with Optimus Prime
Playing call of duty black ops
Start out with M1911
Look now
I ain't got time today
Cause I want it all I wanna ball
I wanna shine today
And It's on and popping and if you ain't got it
Then you better find
me who been feedin' me?
No, I ain't easy
Take all these drugs like I might OD
Game ain't the same, I miss the old streets
Man, I miss the old
Same old uh uh
Same old uh look
Go by the name Wale Folarin
A K A Ralph
I'm still over there okay
The same old nigga since day one
Sharp as a ginzu
time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys
I guess
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