[Loop]
Electric leisure sute. Kinda days,
Crap's on the concrete outside yelling at the girls walking by.
Little beefs, a few fist fights then best friends. Sharin a pack of smokes for a few days, little jit day.
Back when. Back in my day.
[Vers1]
Hit me on my hip. Every one of us slangin little bags of brown weeds and seeds. Thinking we were so cool. Runnin all over our school except our class. Chasing ass and cash. That's what we learned, class was always in session in the hood. Good days, 40 ounces, wasted waisting almost half. Running the streets with my clic avoiding cops and shit.
[Loop]
Electric leisure sute. Kinda days,
Crap's on the concrete outside yelling at the girls walking by.
Little beefs, a few fist fights then best friends. Sharin a pack of smokes for a few days, little jit day.
Back when. Back in my day.
[Vers]
We had no worries just don't get shot. Simple enough. For most of us. We just bust first rite kids guns not rite. Did what we had to do. Only a few survived out of prison or alive. Crazy life good times, big risk. Thick clic. We never slipped, always 2 or 3 at tge least of us. Ready to bust bang what ever the fuccc we wanted to do.
[Loop]
Electric leisure sute. Kinda days,
Crap's on the concrete outside yelling at the girls walking by.
Little beefs, a few fist fights then best friends. Sharin a pack of smokes for a few days, little jit day.
Back when. Back in my day.
[Vers]
Tight like hallways, cooler than polerbear poosy. Closer that nuts and buts. Us always. We kicked it tight we were legit. We had it all. Gold deep dish spokes white walls on the cars, boom boom knocking pictures off the wall. Looked like a car club. Our little town was ours. We took it.
Fin times rippenn and runnin the streets,
913 baby kid days made of thuglet love.
[Loop]
Electric leisure sute. Kinda days,
Crap's on the concrete outside yelling at the girls walking by.
Little beefs, a few fist fights then best friends. Sharin a pack of smokes for a few days, little jit day.
Back when. Back in my day.
[Vers1]
Hit me on my hip. Every one of us slangin little bags of brown weeds and seeds. Thinking we were so cool. Runnin all over our school except our class. Chasing ass and cash. That's what we learned, class was always in session in the hood. Good days, 40 ounces, wasted waisting almost half. Running the streets with my clic avoiding cops and shit.
[Loop]
Electric leisure sute. Kinda days,
Crap's on the concrete outside yelling at the girls walking by.
Little beefs, a few fist fights then best friends. Sharin a pack of smokes for a few days, little jit day.
Back when. Back in my day.
[Vers]
We had no worries just don't get shot. Simple enough. For most of us. We just bust first rite kids guns not rite. Did what we had to do. Only a few survived out of prison or alive. Crazy life good times, big risk. Thick clic. We never slipped, always 2 or 3 at the least of us. Ready to bust bang what ever the fucc
MAC Cracker. 
