[Verse 1: Fashawn]
Follow me as I creep through the night on a GT bike
This whirlwind that I call my life
Peep the crime, the drugs, the dimes, the dubs
Round 1999, when it was me Tyrique, Jamar, Malik
Young juveniles runnin' through the halls with heat
Before we developed a love for larceny
Parents on ice so we all starve for weeks
So one night Malik got his hand on a gun
All you heard was "Blam Blam" when it sung
Caught a body where the news cameras won't come
Still chewing candy, dammit we was young
And I can still smell the stench of the
Body bag by the project bench
Tyrique and Malik, I ain't seen 'em since
Jamar, too fat, couldn't hop over the fence, my nigga
[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world
Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world
[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Awaken by the daylight once the night was lost
Woke up the next morning and my bike was gone
Wasn't long 'til I got another
Courtesy of the upper, East side hanging with kids like Jamar
Might sleep on the couch let her ice defrost
Favorite TV show, Miami Vice was on
Nigga in the kitchen that look just like Lebron
That I never seen in my life, calling my mama wife
But, he ain't play for the league he slung white
Tattoos in, bullet wounds was a type
A felony, battery, a few strikes
Thought when I grew up that's what I'd be like
Nah, give 'em OE and he out cold
Everyday thing in my household
I'm starving and my Nikes is scuffed
Life is so short it shouldn't be so rough
Follow me as I creep through the night on a GT bike
This whirlwind that I call my life
Peep the crime, the drugs, the dimes, the dubs
Round 1999, when it was me Tyrique, Jamar, Malik
Young juveniles runnin' through the halls with heat
Before we developed a love for larceny
Parents on ice so we all starve for weeks
So one night Malik got his hand on a gun
All you heard was "Blam Blam" when it sung
Caught a body where the news cameras won't come
Still chewing candy, dammit we was young
And I can still smell the stench of the
Body bag by the project bench
Tyrique and Malik, I ain't seen 'em since
Jamar, too fat, couldn't hop over the fence, my nigga
[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world
Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world
[Verse 2: Fashawn]
Awaken by the daylight once the night was lost
Woke up the next morning and my bike was gone
Wasn't long 'til I got another
Courtesy of the upper, East side hanging with kids like Jamar
Might sleep on the couch let her ice defrost
Favorite TV show, Miami Vice was on
Nigga in the kitchen that look just like Lebron
That I never seen in my life, calling my mama wife
But, he ain't play for the league he slung white
Tattoos in, bullet wounds was a type
A felony, battery, a few strikes
Thought when I grew up that's what I'd be like
Nah, give 'em OE and he out cold
Everyday thing in my household
I'm starving and my Nikes is scuffed
Life is so short it shouldn't be so rough
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