I remember Back in high school we was cool We were broke niggas no money torn shoes Like really The ops couldnt fucks with my crew You could feel the hate when we stepped in the room Like really It's sad that we grewup too soon We use to make toasts in the full bright moon Like really I hope you Niggas stacking up millies Cuz Am trying to fetch dreams already Let's go Am still tryna get that gold Am still tryna work so my paps don't to work nomore I been knocking on closed doors Sleeping on floors and Perfecting my flawz Let's go How do I make it on my own I wish my squad wasn't gone I wish I had my crew back home