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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maxo Kream
Maxo Kream
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Emekwanem Biosah Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Wlderness
The Wlderness
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal
Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material
Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials
I'm talkin' 'bout Nextel, Chirps and Boost Mobile
[Verse 2]
Back when a face tat was for OG killers
Now I'm seein' tear drops on you Soundcloud ****
Remember back when music had content and metaphors
Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars
[Verse 3]
All these rappers junkies, talkin' like they dope dealers
One song, a scammer, the next song, they killers
First time I shot the gun, the neighbors called the people
I was watchin' twelve, search for shells like Easter
That's around the time they shot my daddy for the Rollie
Round the same time AI lost to Kobe
Platinum FUBU summers, rockin' Iceberg in the winter
Gold back headbands and those Sprewell Spinners
[Verse 4]
Fucking up computers using Limewire, BearShare
Bootlegging, boosting, selling CD's at the daycare
Saving up gwala, bean bag for my stash spot
Mama still ask me how the fuck I get that Xbox
Round the first time I saw my uncle smoking crack rock
In the Flintstones, smoking pebbles like it's bedrock
Round the same time my pops was scamming on that laptop
Still remember when my uncle Sidney took that headshot
[Verse 5]
I was tryna get those Jordan seventeen dead stock
Used to hoop dream, pushing rock on the blacktop
Started home invading, kicking combination padlocks
Putting crack rock in the figure four leg lock
I was hella young, watching Triple H and Ric Flair
Bust my head open play fighting with a steal chair
Tryna be a wrestler almost put me in a wheelchair
Thankful for that medicare welfare, hell yeah
[Verse 6]
Remember roaches in my ashtray and roaches in my cereal
Airforce knockoffs with the Gucci print material
Way before the iPhones, Twitter, 'Gram socials
I'm talkin' 'bout Nextel, Chirps and Boost Mobile
[Verse 7]
Back when a face tat was for OG killers
Now I'm seein' tear drops on you Soundcloud ****
Remember back when music had content and metaphors
Way before the mumble nonsense and poppin' handlebars
[Verse 8]
Nowadays I can't even walk in the store
Without these crazy ass fans and boppin' ass hoes
Back in '04 a ho said I wouldn't blow
Now every show I go, three or four give me dome
I was up in Vegas at the Mayweather party
Then my mama called me about Hurricane Harvey
Said the house got flooded, water covered up the sofa
Impala, Range Rover, she need me to come over
[Verse 9]
Nowhere near sober, it was fucking up my night
Like, they gon' be alright, tomorrow book a flight
Book a, forty missed calls, she was calling all night
Said there's no more food and lights and she been fighting for her life
Told Toby, book the plane, I gotta be there by tonight
But all this hurricane rain made the airport cancel flights
I'm like, what the fuck, how? I'm thinking like, wow
Praying that she don't drown, dear Lord, just get her out
[Verse 10]
She worked her life to move the family out the hood
Just to lose everything she had in a flood
Donald Trump and Red Cross acting like some hoes
People drowning in they homes 'cause they couldn't get a boat
Pops got a bad heart, last year he had a stroke
In his bed, off meds, couldn't swim, sink or float
On the roof for three days before rescued by FEMA
Twelve years later, same day as Katrina
[Verse 11]
If you was in my shoes, you would probably be stressing
But sometimes, God, He will bless you with tension
Every day I say my grace because I coulda lost my people
I still got cases, me and my brothers fighting RICO
Six hundred K for the bail bonds people
Another hundred K, I pray my lawyer got the cheat code
Organized crime, dope and money launder
Five to ninety nine and that's the only offer
[Verse 12]
My big boy pumpkin
Maxo Kream
I remember when you were a little boy
You used to tell me, rock me to sleep
You were, you know
Every time you said, you said
Daddy, rock me to sleep
Rock you to sleep
I used to rock you to sleep
And you, you know
You've always been a picky boy
Pumpkin, pull your pants up, boy
But you know what, pumpkin, I'm so proud of you
You came a long way
Keep it up with your music
You're doing good, keep doing you
Written by: Emekwanem Biosah Jr., Asa Davis, Afolabi Osinulu
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