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Alotta people man they come They from the hood but they say They from Atlanta No you're not from Atlanta You from the D-U-B Yeah Ridin round in that Honda Me and all of my patnas Athletes with no rap sheets tryin to stay up outta that drama Mane them old days was the greatest. Young kings in the making It’s like we came from A spaceship bruh That's that 2 double 0 8 shit Man the summertimes was the best time In that trailer park on the west side Cousins stayed on telfair But Scottsville was the best side Wait Those were the best times Sit as I sip and reflect I Remember the times when we sat around and talked about being the best out Writing letters to bitches in class I never would listen But pass somehow cuz my niggas would help me out when I didn’t Pay attention to teachers Was kissing girls in the bleachers I was driving that Honda While they was smokin that reefer We stayed on point like a needle... In that Jeep we was creepin Me and my shawty was freakin At Beaufort house on the weekend Posted right by my locker they thought I was selling reefer Packs goin for the low 2 for 5 it don’t get no cheaper Yeah yeah ha Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted Elevated my baby sipping on potion Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted yeah Take a J to the face You know I be roasted Celebrate with my niggas let’s make a toast Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted Aye, We just Mackin We just hangin Paper stackin Nothin major Thumb through that back end I go crazy She give me that back end So amazing We just Mackin We just hangin Paper stackin Nothin major I Thumb through that back end I go crazy She give me that back end Its so amazing Yeah yeah ha Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted Elevated my baby sipping on potion Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted Just relaxing we coolin and chillin mostly Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted yeah Take a J to the face You know I be roasted Celebrate with my niggas let’s make a toast Coolin Out with my Brodie’s Know I be posted Yeah yeah yeah Know I be posted yeah yeah yeah Sippin on potion yeah yeah yeah Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah Yeah Just chillin... Just Tryin to grow old man Stay on ya grind, stay down Stay in ya own lane Stay out the way You’ll get somewhere far and fast Like that Mmmhmmm I promise you never wanna be The old nigga tryin to holla at Every cashier that’s cute at the Friendly Gus tryin to buy some Pussy. Wherever she go You there when she open the store And when she close the store Buying some pussy. Finessin’ Like you just want some tater logs Man get yo old ass on and Get ya life together before you pass You only get one life... ya know?