Reminiscing lyrics

[Intro: Edot Babyy & Ruth B.]
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
There was a time when I was alone (5ive music)
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
It's Edot, baby (Grrah)

[Chorus]
There was a time, like (There was a time)
I'd get in my feelings and start writin' rhymes
Go dumb wit' a deuce or a .9
Everyday, I just think back and wanna rewind
Like, free all the bros doin' time (Free all the bros)
He ain't uppin', he ain't one of mine (At all)
I'm too tact', b*tch, I'm one of a kind (Grrah-grrah)
Think he slimey, we gon' do 'em slime (Baow-baow)
Lost my dog, yeah, it hurt
For him, I'ma make it, stay puttin' in work (R.I.P Bro)
All the opps in that V done reversed
I throw a shot, put the knock in her purse (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
Like, my b*tch bad, yeah, she gangster
She act bad, wit' the di*k, rearrange her
To the bag, I never been a stranger
f*ck all the cops, tell the judge, "Free Banga"

[Verse]
From the heart, miss that pain
They ain't wit' you, just stay 'cause ya name ('Cause ya name)
Since like 12, I was puttin' in pain (Puttin' in pain)
I lost bro, n*ggas dead, let it rain (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
Let it rain, it's gon' pour (Dead)
Dead bodies, I see on the floor (Grrah-grrah)
They took bro and I declared a war
They know we wit' it, stay uppin' the score (Uppin' the score)
Can't lack, stay dangerous
Pray to God every night that I make it (Night that I make it)
Free Rundown, boy, ain't give a statement (At all)
After that sitchy, a n*gga turned famous (That n*gga turned famous)
Wit' the knocker, I don't got no patience (No patience)
He got guns in his pictures, I framed 'em (I framed 'em)
Do they love me? Do they hate me? (What?)
I got n*ggas that's tryna erase me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[Chorus]
There was a time, like (There was a time)
I'd get in my feelings and start writin' rhymes
Go dumb wit' a deuce or a .9
Everyday, I just think back and wanna rewind
Like, free all the bros doin' time (Free all the bros)
He ain't uppin', he ain't one of mine (At all)
I'm too tact', b*tch, I'm one of a kind (Grrah-grrah)
Think he slimey, we gon' do 'em slime (Baow-baow)
Lost my dog, yeah, it hurt
For him, I'ma make it, stay puttin' in work (R.I.P Bro)
All the opps in that V done reversed
I throw a shot, put the knock in her purse (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
Like, my b*tch bad, yeah, she gangster
She act bad, wit' the di*k, rearrange her
To the bag, I never been a stranger
f*ck all the cops, tell the judge, "Free Banga"

[Outro: Edot Babyy & Ruth B.]
I am a Lost Boy, from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
I am a Lost Boy (Free all the bros), from Neverland (At all)
Usually hanging out with (Grrah-grrah), Peter Pan (Baow-baow)
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to Lost Boys like me
And there was—, there was—