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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 heads 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 Feel like another life Them hard times wasn't light Before I ever knew you could triple it 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 And had genuine friends Never got back-stabbed Never tasted revenge Way before I ever left the porch I tend to roam now Letras de cancionesI'm a long way from home now I was precious then And 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 Way before the fame, before the hate, before the love Before the games, I couldn't aim Before the beef, before the Bloods Me and mommy, no xanax or molly I was 12 probably, prolly year later I saw a body 13 witnessed a homi, it all changed Bitches, problems, pressure, drugs – it all came New rules, they told me, "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 'em 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 comin' Way back when sleep came easy Or around the time I did that nigga greasy These movie clips ain't Netflix… shit, I ain't slept since I was precious then And 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 I was precious then And 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 From Letras Mania