I, I, I make noise by myself Slang them toys by myself Did my time by myself Write my rhymes by myself Move packs by myself Kill rats by myself Told that judge: Free my girl Man, I did it by myself Me, my, me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, nigga Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I I just me, myself and I Every since they took I It been me, myself, and I Middle finger to the world My berretta on my side I ain't tellin' on myself I ain't talkin' to tha folk Ride for me, I die for me Shit that's all a nigga know Nigga told on me before Had me facing death row Say we got you on these bodies Do you wanna talk? No Shit I bought my own work nigga Built my own clientele Guess who own my label nigga Me, myself, and I bitch Dress my ass off nigga I don't need a stylist I'm from Garfield street nigga I don't trust none, bitch WCW, Jerico I slam shit I fuck a hoe, that's on me But I don't trust none bitch I make noise by myself Slang them toys by myself Did my time by myself Write my rhymes by myself Move packs by myself Kill rats by myself Told that judge: Free my girl Man, I did it by myself Me, my, me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, nigga Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I I just me, myself and I Told that judge: Free my girl Told 'em that I made her do it Loc ain't make me, Trill ain't make me Nigga I made Boosie I made niggas, made niggas Made niggas way realer Even on tha monkey bars, nigga I ain't play with 'em By myself, all alone By myself, I move zones One deep, with that heat buckin' through that school zone Free Lil Bronson, Free Lil Titus Lil Joe josin' by his self Shoulda told them niggas no When them niggas called for help Shit I write my own music nigga Shoot my own videos I don't do no ugly bitches Me, myself, and pretty hoes Bought my first Girbaud's by myself They was stone washed Never back down By myself, I got a lion heart I make noise by myself Slang them toys by myself Did my time by myself Write my rhymes by myself Move packs by myself Kill rats by myself Told that judge: Free my girl Man, I did it by myself Me, my, me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, nigga Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I, I Me, myself, and I I just me, myself and I, nigga

I'ma send this out to the good old days (Good old days) All the OG's who showed me gang (80's and the 90's) All the music that got me through it You know what I'm talking about? KC and JoJo and shit like that, you know Good old days Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (I'm gon' watch Mike) We ain't got money but we got love And it stretches long (It stretches long) Down the street, 'round the corner, through every home Reminisce in every song Motivating my uncle to sell every stone God made our house a home We was boys but we was strong We still come up with a smile even when we all alone The good days, it wasn't the same When we was broke, we didn't complain If we got wet up in the rain We got our cold and took the pian 2Pac and Biggie was the name, shit Gone, gone, gone, long, long, long What we play on my block, nigga? So much yay on my block, nigga This before I ever got on the plane on the runway When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé Them fuckin' 90's was the good old days Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Now them was the days, them was the days Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Them was the days We used to window shop at Moss Smearing the glass with our fingers Wishing we ball 'til we fall like cabin rinse and cantina High points and chrome ninas, dice game, we was live Shoot the two, kill the three, forty-three to survive Black socks, the Fab Five had us swagging these the time The loyalty was never left behind a life of crime Getto Boyz was like my boys Feel like I knew 'em through they rhymes At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die 2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures It was Pablo, no El Chapo, Wraith Edmond was Big Meech We had respect up on the streets, niggas wouldn't tell it like that Mike Tyson was Floyd Mayweather with a chip on his back Shit, them was the good old days Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Now them was the days, them was the days Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Them was the days I hit a lick and went got grilled up and silked up We drove the bread truck until it filled up Chilling, a .225 up on my two-two-seven on my block My heart goes out to all the Florida heavens, and the pops I hopped off the porch with my brother The Wayans in living color Our favorite pants was wrestlers If we ain't trust you, then fuck you With no grease, ducking, hiding from police Clubbing, thugging with no sleep, no cable up on the TV (Them was the good old days) Retarded, couldn't play house parties When pickles was fifty cent That's when Dixie cups was a quarter The good old days Fuckin' right, nigga When you and your boy used to go half on a ten dollar sack Be high as a motherfucker, the good old days Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (They play the Knicks) We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (I'm gon' watch Mike) We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long Good old days