Young Boy snny

R-R-Rolex and whiskey and Trojans
These kids they all grew up
It's part of the program
Did someone say, You could be the one
Hit the curb, make a brother swerve
Whip it to the drive
Hit the gas, make a moment last

When I was a young boy
Blood, sweat, and tears were in these streets
And Monday's were good days
And I was the king of being me

When I was a young boy
Blood, sweat, and tears were in these streets
And Monday's were good days
And I was the king of being me