I think about back in them days, on Gualbert we played before glocks was sprayed, before money was made and bitches was slayed. We ain't know the game. We ain't know no pain. We ain't know the streets. We just knew the pool. We just knew the park. We just knew them swings and them monkey bars. . It was once manhunt in the dark, now we out hunting for opps. I remember that pirate ship, we used to run to the top. I remember that creek, y'all niggas used to grab turtles and rocks. Now we grab shells from them glocks. And before we had wreck it was Rec Center. The only ice we had was on the rink and that was Friday night. Before we had Belaire and that Moet spilling It was Guzzlers and Huggies on our tires, we enjoyed the ride. Before all this it was all good... LONG LIVE UNCLE MEECHIE LONG LIVE MAC MILLER. I was raised by the crack dealers, but they taught me to go legit. So I'm going hard with this music 'til I stack figures. I been knew that I was that nigga. I was walking round selling nicks. Fevers in my pocket, had me feeling sick. Kicking incredibly dope shit. We was just some kids and they loved us cause the weed was incredibly potent. And before we had wreck it was Rec Center. The only ice we had was on the rink and that was Friday night. Before we had Belaire and that Moet spilling It was Guzzlers and Huggies on our tires, we enjoyed the ride. Before all this it was all good...