Glory Days Lyrics - Cormega

(Mega) Yea Spank, what up my nigga 

(Spank) Sup, baby whats happenin' 

(Mega) Yo son man, look at this shit man 

times be fuckin' changin' man 

Know what I'm sayin man 

I wish we just go back sometimes 

You know what I mean 

(Spank) No doubt son, you know we all wish 

that man, but we goin' through transition right now baby 

(Mega) Son as long as I got my niggas with me 

But let me reminisce yo 

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(Cormega) 

I'm about to take your minds on a trip 

Cuz everytime I rhyme I kick 'The Realness' 

Remember niggas used to take gold frames and snatch chains 

Infact that changed, cuz the error of the crack game was real 

Mad nights, I used to daydream 

Wishin' I could be the next Alpo? or Green? for Fourth Ring? 

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 

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(Chorus) 

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 analize 

Cause nothin' moves faster than the hands of time 

(Cormega) 

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 analist is mine so handle it 

The way I right 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 

Cuz guys that they trusted, made deals with D.A.'s, minds corrupted 

The feds estimated Fat Cat was gettin' millions 

Black Ratti was the richest nigga in my building 

Remember when... 

Yea son was doing his thing 

(Chorus) 

(Cormega) 

Before my story ends, rest in peace to Killa Ben 

And live niggas memories you live again 

Sometimes I close my eyes and just reminisce 

And wonder how alotta cats got so rich 

I can't forget RK, he introduced lots of loose rocks 

A few cops, and alotta sales from rooftops, yea 

You shoulda seen the deez when Will bought the red 3-Roller 

Memories of those days are golden 

Yea, for all my ghetto legends 

Ever burrough, all my niggas who was thorough 

Yea, knah mean 

(Cormega talking) 

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 Four Green? 

All them Brooklyn niggas 

Alpo? and all them mobstyle 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