Cormega - Glory Days lyrics
[Cormega - Glory Days lyrics]
Yeah, Spank, what up my nigga?
Sup, baby, what's happenin'?
Yo, son, man, look at this shit, man
Times be fuckin' changin', man
Know what I'm sayin'?
I wish we just go back sometimes
You know what I mean?
No doubt son, you know we all wish that, man
But we goin' through transition right now
Baby son, as long as I got my niggas with me
But let me reminisce, yo
I'm about to take your minds on a trip
'Cause everytime I rhyme
I kick The Realness
Remember niggas used to take gold
Frames and snatch chains
In fact that changed
'cause the era of the crack game was real
Mad nights, I used to daydream
Wishin' I could be the next Alpo
Or Preme from Fort Greene
I used to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my
Cream and eventually rise
I became a little nigga
Gettin' money type often
Livin' the ill life
Sportin' Nike Delta forces
I saw Scarface and got my
First taste for power
I never knew grams of powder
Could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin' graffiti
And niggas like Smitty made gettin'
Rich look real easy remember when
Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now
Yo, to all my ghetto legends
Whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze
'Cause nothin' moves faster than
The hands of time
And I remember
When the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens
And tactical narcotics teams making headlines
Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe
Pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's
I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's
Yo, the mind of a analyst is mine
So handle it
The way I write rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that I could
Be fly like Black Trent rockin' Fi las
Rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-ny
I used to read about supplies gettin' busted
'Cause guys that they trusted
Made deals with DA's, minds corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat
Was gettin' millions
Black Ratti was the richest
Nigga in my building remember when
Yeah, son was doing his thing
To all my ghetto legends
Whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze
'Cause nothin' moves faster than
The hands of time
Before my story ends
Rest in peace to Killer Ben
And live niggas memories you live again
Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how a lotta cats got so rich
I can't forget RK
He introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and a lotta sales from rooftops
Yeah you should've seen the deez when
Will bought the red 3-Roller
Memories of those days are golden
Yeah, for all my ghetto legends
Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yeah, know what I mean?
Know what I'm sayin', son
Niggas was holdin' it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen
Niggas for the team
Motherfuckin', my man Supreme Magnetic
And Fort Greene all them Brooklyn niggas
Alpo and all them Mob Style
Niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George, all them Bronx niggas
Niggas was seein' money back then, son
The glory days, know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Word
Sup, baby, what's happenin'?
Yo, son, man, look at this shit, man
Times be fuckin' changin', man
Know what I'm sayin'?
I wish we just go back sometimes
You know what I mean?
No doubt son, you know we all wish that, man
But we goin' through transition right now
Baby son, as long as I got my niggas with me
But let me reminisce, yo
I'm about to take your minds on a trip
'Cause everytime I rhyme
I kick The Realness
Remember niggas used to take gold
Frames and snatch chains
In fact that changed
'cause the era of the crack game was real
Mad nights, I used to daydream
Wishin' I could be the next Alpo
Or Preme from Fort Greene
I used to be magnetized to fly rides
Had a scheme to get my
Cream and eventually rise
I became a little nigga
Gettin' money type often
Livin' the ill life
Sportin' Nike Delta forces
I saw Scarface and got my
First taste for power
I never knew grams of powder
Could make bags of dollars
I spent hours writin' graffiti
And niggas like Smitty made gettin'
Rich look real easy remember when
Damn son you takin' a nigga back right now
Yo, to all my ghetto legends
Whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze
'Cause nothin' moves faster than
The hands of time
And I remember
When the whole drug game was hot
Son a cop got shot, in Southside Queens
And tactical narcotics teams making headlines
Being big time could get you fed time
Undercover vibe
Pouring out just like red wine
Mega keys, gettin' C's 'bout D's
I heard stories 'bout bulletproof 300 E's
Yo, the mind of a analyst is mine
So handle it
The way I write rhymes, considered a gift
I used to wish that I could
Be fly like Black Trent rockin' Fi las
Rhyme was the thing I couldn't de-ny
I used to read about supplies gettin' busted
'Cause guys that they trusted
Made deals with DA's, minds corrupted
The feds estimated Fat Cat
Was gettin' millions
Black Ratti was the richest
Nigga in my building remember when
Yeah, son was doing his thing
To all my ghetto legends
Whether live or in the essence
Facing fed time or in a pearl white Lexus
Sometimes you gotta sit back and just analyze
'Cause nothin' moves faster than
The hands of time
Before my story ends
Rest in peace to Killer Ben
And live niggas memories you live again
Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce
And wonder how a lotta cats got so rich
I can't forget RK
He introduced lots of loose rocks
A few cops, and a lotta sales from rooftops
Yeah you should've seen the deez when
Will bought the red 3-Roller
Memories of those days are golden
Yeah, for all my ghetto legends
Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough
Yeah, know what I mean?
Know what I'm sayin', son
Niggas was holdin' it down back then
Fat Cat, Tony Montana, Big Wall, Queen
Niggas for the team
Motherfuckin', my man Supreme Magnetic
And Fort Greene all them Brooklyn niggas
Alpo and all them Mob Style
Niggas doin' it uptown
Boy George, all them Bronx niggas
Niggas was seein' money back then, son
The glory days, know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Word