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Juan Johnson
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Mike Moore
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Douglas Fields
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Derrick Gordon
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Letras
From super soakers to cap guns
And flashin' the hammers
From snotty nose to fly clothes
Mindin' my manners
Grandparents a full house
But we wasn't the Tanners
Never pose
Kept my head down
Hidin' from cameras
Young Cannon, I spoke well
Impressin' with grammar
OGs gave me respect
Never cared about glamour
Now And Laters an orange slice
Before I heard of a Fanta
B-Ball with milk crates
I was NBA jammin
Armpits smell like a deli,
Whenever I got sweaty
Hands was always ready,
Whomever wanted to test me
Much love to my Aunt Kelly
For never givin' up on me
And for teachin' me
My friends would eventually be phony
Water ice and pizza slices
Dice game turnin' the gun, police
Askin' where the lowlifes is
Did pretty well for myself,
From that kid
To the man that I am now
Life is what it is, word
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we gettin' right, baby
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we livin' life
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we gettin' right, baby
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we livin' life
Take it back to Oakmont days
We was runnin' the streets reckless
Its that cash block way
We still cool now
Who would've figured
It was me, Keyse, Rich, 40
Those was my ****
Screamin Wolf pack
That good old red and black
At the park
Is where you could find us at
With the prettiest girls
Who always kept us honest
'Cause we was playin' truth dare double dare
Torture kiss or promise
Me and 40 was tag champs
Britney was my chick
And anyone that mess with them
Got a shadow kick
Meetings in the mornings
To bacon eggs I miss you grams
At the breakfast table
Where we discuss the plans
Like chill with our shorties
Or wrestle to our limbs broke
Crash a barbecue
Actin' like we kinfolk
Back in the days
Every day was a trip
Every day was too sweet
Every day was so lit, uh
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we gettin' right, baby
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we livin' life
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we gettin' right, baby
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we livin' life
I remember back in the day
I ain't have to deal with stress
Top Cat early on the tube
As I went and got dressed
Doorbell ring-a-ling
And can I come out and play
Outside causin' mischief
For the rest of the day
Bike ridin', teenage years
Still excitin
Slapboxin' at the green box
Thinkin' we Mike Tyson
Shorty with the cute face
Damn, she so enticing
Nah I wont approach her
Of course my homies hyped it
Go ahead, Flizzy
You can hit it, son, she with it
So we play the game
Hide and go get it
Havin' a great time
But everything ain't sweet
These asshole cops
Keep walkin' and beat
And old lady Clarice
With her head out the door
Caught us stealin' quarter waters
As we ran out the store
She would go and tell our moms
And they would go insane
But we were just havin' fun, man
Things done changed
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we gettin' right, baby
Back in the day when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Fuck that, we livin' life
Written by: Derrick Gordon, Douglas Fields, Juan Johnson, Mike Moore
