[ Featuring Cimer Amor ]
I used to think that life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, really though
Running around Philly with silly hoes
Used to have me a uptown girl like Billy Joel
Thought the world was mine, couldn't tell me nothing yo
Thinking life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, for real
Had a around the way girl like Uncle L
Went and got her in the squatter hit the block and chill
Life was so simple then, for real
My biggest bill was my pager, mad jawns callin'
I remember when I thought that Olive Garden was ballin'
Let you get the Tour of Italy but not literally
Bad with percentages, you calculate the tip for me
Roll up out of there feelin' just like a star do
Bangin' ass system cost more than the car do
Twelves in the trunk, radio with detachable face
Still in mom's basement so we had to go back to your place
Throw on that Ron G r&b blend tape
Had the fat chain, medallion looked like a dinner plate
Poetic Justice, Juice, look Tupac is acting
VCR is buggin' started f*ckin' with the tracking
This is back when, way before I had it crackin'
Doing things you can't believe, still up in King with Eve
Tryna graduate, finish class and pass it
And then send shorty through the backseat of that Caprice Classic
I'm a pimp, mack daddy looking for the dollar
And at thirteen I made my first girl holler
Used to roll around in the homie Scott Granada
Dance, do a split, pull myself up by my collar
On my Scoob and Scrap, Daddy Kane, Lean On Me rap
Wanted the MCM trench, my girl wanted the colors like Finesse & Synquis
Green for the money, gold for the honey
Cold when it's sunny, bubble goose with the skully
So gully, no dummy, on the honor roll
Ran scams, thousand a week stuffing envelopes
Never made that much, but did make enough
To hit the record store up and keep my sneaker game tough
Feel me, no homo, Q-Tip was on The Promo
Fast dreams even though things moving in slow-mo
Had style before Belinda Carlisle was in The Go-Go's
Used to roll down 11th and Market to cop my pornos
No limits, no boundaries, no creditors hounding me
Didn't go by record sales, I went by how it sound to me
No categories, everything was underground to me
Why it ought to matter, hit the Y at Broad and Master
Seen EST and Cool C Crushin' and Bussin'
Philly had it poppin' then, Hilltop Hustlin'
Chuck Nice was rockin' a Studio 440
Remember wanting one of them when I was a shorty
Blocks was gritty, Pops took me to Kiddie City
Used to hook me and my brother up, toys like a motherf*ck
LTD he used to whip it like a Cadillac
Got a little older, got heavy into battle rap
Then I grew out of that, now I like personal shit
Wanna hear some real talk, some pain in that verse you spit
Your mind matures, you say lines you wouldn't rhyme before
And I'm a work in progress you should follow da bul
Think that life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, really though
Running around Philly with silly hoes
Used to have me a uptown girl like Billy Joel
Thought the world was mine, couldn't tell me nothing yo
Thinking life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, for real
Had a around the way girl like Uncle L
Went and got her in the squatter hit the block and chill
Life was so simple then, for real
