They callin' me in, my OG's 40 again In the '90s I cracked 40s before we was men That's where the story begins, I might have even ran orgies with twins Sick in the dice game, always a win My main man around them niggas came off to get me That's when I had to hide the torch and hickies I ain't never go to school, played the porch with Ricky Pack got stolen, now it's more than iffy Good old days, you ain't talk candles if the wood don't fade My brother Spesh had the hood on treys Sawed-off on my arm, that's a foot-long gauge Facemask jux, no football plays Che, grew up in the toughest times You get killed if you pick up a dime He want the money but he doesn't grind They seen it all but they hustle blind Uh, the most beautifullest thing in this world is street cred We got a referral I'm thorough, made moves in every borough Niggas go against God and get punished like Ferrell FInd yourself in hot water like the Devil I know rebels had to pray over troubles My shooters, never cared about your muscles We hustle, connecting the dots to the puzzle So be careful, 'cause the hood don't love you And all of your peoples is really not there for you So watch your best friends 'cause they're the one to destroy you I never told 'cause I was way too loyal But the feds will wrap you up like aluminum foil All types of numbers when they done with the total So young heads, shoulda listened when I told you And take notes when the wise man molds you