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Cormega
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Glory Days
Lyricist:James Loving, Cory Mc Kay
Yea Spank, what up my nigga Sup, baby whats happenin' Yo son man, look at this shit man Times be fuckin' changin' man
Know what I'm sayin' man I wish we just go back sometimes You know what I mean No doubt son, you know we all wish
That man, but we goin' through transition right now baby Son as long as I got my niggas with me But let me reminisce yo
I'm about to take your minds on a trip 'Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness' Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains In fact that changed, 'cuz the error of the crack game was real
Mad nights, I used to daydream Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? Or Green for Fourth Ring? I used to be magnetized to fly rides Had a scheme to get my cream and eventually rise
I became a little nigga gettin' money type often Livin' the ill life, sportin' Nike Delta forces I saw Scarface and got my first taste for power I never knew grams of powder could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin' graffiti And niggas like Smitty made gettin' rich look real easy Remember when Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now
Yo, to all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze 'Cuz nothin' moves faster than the hands of time
And I remember when the whole drug game was hot Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens And tactical narcotics teams making headlines Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe, pouring out just like red wine Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's Yo the mind of a analyst is mine so handle it
The way I right rhymes, considered a gift I used to wish that I could be fly like Black Trent Rockin' Filas, rhyme was the thing I couldn't deny I used to read about supplies gettin' busted
'Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my building Remember when Yeah, son was doing his thing
To all my ghetto legends, whether live or in the essence Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze 'Cuz nothin' moves faster than the hands of time
Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben And live niggas memories you live again Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce And wonder how a lotta cats got so rich
I can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks A few cops, and a lotta sales from rooftops, yea You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller Memories of those days are golden
Yea, for all my ghetto legends Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough Yea, know mean
Know what I'm sayin' son Niggas was holdin' it down back then Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen Niggas for the team
Motherfuckin' my man Supreme Magnetic and Four Green? All them Brooklyn niggas Alpo? And all them mobstyle niggas doin' it uptown Boy George all them Bronx niggas
Niggas was seein' money back then son The Glory Days, know what I'm sayin'' Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout, word
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