Can’t Hold On

[Intro]
Rock, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, okay
We gon' do it like this y'all
Uh, listen up

[Verse 1: MED]
We was young niggas off the liquor in the street lights
Dice games, and street names, everybody tight
House parties, get the mic, and tell the DJ
Pulling hoes in the high school hallways
It won't fade like niggas blaze stress all day
I'm talking Kane, KRS, Cube
Flavor Flav, Slick Rick, gold chains
Before Escalades were too away, the time a dollar split two ways
We got a little older, search for new things
Some turned out athletes, some dealers, some joined gangs
Friends is enemies, women is two-faced
Spilt liquor for all of my people who's now graves
Homies in cages, trapped, sent away for ages
Rap kept me on this track from fadin'
To my niggas on these blocks that's half or not
These memories sometimes is all we got
Ain't nothing like Memory Lane, but in my head I hear my momma say

[Sample: Bobby Caldwell]
Baby, how many times have I told you?
You can't hang on to the past

[Verse 2: MED]
I remember days of Kool-Aid stains on the shirt
The young squirts, run under bleachers looking up skirts
When wearing turtlenecks and overalls worked
Late for class lying (Damn, where's my homework?)
For first hustling clocking a small knot
Slipping with your whole sack on you, we didn't think cops
Talk through boxes, different color of Reebok stripe socks
Mama jokes leading to slap box
Everybody and their cousin is Hip-hop
Rarely did us brothers duck strays or get shot
Still niggas on this block still having not
Sometimes these memories is all we got
Ain't nothing like Memory Lane, but in my head I hear my mom say

[Sample: Bobby Caldwell]
Baby, how many times have I told you?
You can't hang on to the past