(Tona)
Sugar water, I grew up on that.
Heisenbergs in the kitchen, I grew up on that.
Corduroys and black Nikeys, I grew up on that.
My pops in and out the crib, I grew up off that.
I got them Biggie rhymes and that Tupac flow,
Slick Rick gold rings and some Cypress smoke.
Big Pun wordplay and NWA state of mind,
Nigga everything raw like Bus-Rhymes.
And I ain't even ballin my nigga this just the tryouts,
See this whole section of Nikeys what I'mma buyout.
This Red-Rider BB Gun flow will shoot your eye out,
Got so many stories to tell, let me put mine out.
Shit was weird science, we went and formed this alliance,
No industry or compliance, I'm saying I'm self-reliant.
While everybody is dying there's hope, I don't think so,
I learned not only Family Matters without the wins low.
Treating everyone in my neighbourhood as my kinfolk,
Woke up out your dreams with a Molotov through your window.
I say not every cop corrupt but fuck nigga,
They violate you once, I ain't putting my trust in 'em.

We gon take it back. Way, way, way back.
Only classics. You know we gotta play that.
OG shit. Triple OG shit. It's no secret
We had the whole scene lit.
I just reminisce with some Henny double fist
All the crazy shit. All that I been through made me this.
Mama gave me a gift. Pray I made it and made a wish.
Could've been deaded. Don't regret it, it made me this.

(Rich Kidd)
All black Air Forces, I grew up on that,
Simple Mario Cart Courses, I grew up on that.
XXL, King and Sources, I grew up on that,
D-boys pulling out Porsches, I grew up on that.
Serving O's from Tim Hortons, what we thought was a fortune,
Whatever for a portion, drop a nigga like porcelain.
Never going headless like horseman,
Piping like a Viking, pillage pussy, I'm a Norseman.
Way before you knew me as Rich from the gang Strangers,
Used to slang thangs pack a shank to repel danger.
When I snap had the power like Black Ranger,
Genesis in the system, I ain't even have Sega.
My weight up so I'm biggie, soak up more of the game,
For blueprints, H-O-V was more of my lane.
My OG was a director with cane, Stanley Twobricks
He said to tell y'all rappers your Mama's stupid.

We gon take it back. Way, way, way back.
Only classics. You know we gotta play that.
OG shit. Triple OG shit. It's no secret
We had the whole scene lit.
I just reminisce with some Henny double fist
All the crazy shit. All that I been through made me this.
Mama gave me a gift. Pray I made it and made a wish.
Could've been deaded. Don't regret it, it made me this.


Walkmans and pagers, I grew up on that,
Nicky-Nine Dooring neighbors, I grew up on that.
MegaMans and Castlevanias, I grew up on that,
Crest cans and 20 Jagers. I threw up off that.
Moms loved Marvin, Pops dug Carlin,
That's where it all Spawn like Todd McFarlane.
Learned to Thread the Needle in my Aunt's apartment,
Had it droppin' like Reggie in the Boston Garden.
Back when Left Eye was charged with arson,
And Bond was Brosnan in an Aston Martin.
I was impregnating broads from Markham,
Asking 'What You Gonna Do?' Like Cops was startin'.
Straight out my mind crazy,
Waking, taking shots like Al Iafrate, mix Crown inside Jamie,
Adam hammered like Greg Valentine daily,
Imbalanced like Baby in the house, man I'm Swayze.
All white Pumas,
Fresher than blood from spending Prom Night at Kruger's, catalog like Consumers.
Who has been this live for this long but us?
Classic like Tribe Album covers, motherfuckers


We gon take it back. Way, way, way back.
Only classics. You know we gotta play that.
OG shit. Triple OG shit. It's no secret
We had the whole scene lit.
I just reminisce with some Henny double fist
All the crazy shit. All that I been through made me this.
Mama gave me a gift. Pray I made it and made a wish.
Could've been deaded. Don't regret it, it made me this.