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Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was
What I gotta do to make sho the fed
Staring at the ceiling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle a thread
Far from home and feeling so alone
A boy amongst men I ain't wear cologne
Girls call me MCM, I'm be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I wanna for Jerry Sloan

Got to college me and mama had to setup the
after got the first tat on my my upper arm
Hit the volley ball game yea that was warm
She crying off time to weather the storm
First day I stumbled in teacher hand us the
I'm Dame from east Oakland I don't know if I'm feeling
The notice the temperament right
Wonderin if I stay
In my heart I know that the right move for nicer pay
They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few
But nothin serious enough to me late for practice
I'll be there coach, I'm jumping on the
He said if you on time that mean you you better hustle
my bags, got that town swag
IPod slappin, to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, that he grown
Wet the ears tryna show he got some stones

Reminiscing on the days I know what was ahead
What I do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the ceiling to go to bed
Tryna pass class split the needle with a
Far away from home and feeling so
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear
Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be
The up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan

I been on campus for some time, but I ain't enough
I claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to my bluff
I ain't have curfew I'm what that work do
Up through the campus I tell you every perfume
Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve
Tryna MC and be fly me Marty
Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a
A lot of love for hoopers, a couple sports was
I'm sorry, I got up on my job
Game treys and I started catching lobs
Won a MVP givin props
Broken 5th headed to the docs
Can't it, in my feelings
up in my palms
Moms with my auntie set off an alarm
Stayed at for summer cuz the city doin harm
Bout to make the most of the given of cards

Reminiscing on the I ain't know what was ahead
What I gotta do to make sho the fed
at the ceiling struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear
Girls call me MCM, I'm be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I play for Jerry Sloan

Fall 2011, I'm high minded,
Did the work it's time for me to do I'm suppose to
Huey told me dominate and let coaches coach you
Started gettin media, of it was social
Elevated my mentality all I see is
How he get to State, my performance baffling
All the girlies after me, I got chattering
Started hearing whispers, thinking bout draftin me
I'm to the lab, let's work dribble jab
If I get this down I'm gettin 20 at
try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff
I was in my bag, I'ma get the last
said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick
Busted out in tears you how them moments get
He this year ya last, gotta put you in the Draft
Blazers me number 6, that's a mission passed

Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was
I gotta do to make sho the family fed
Staring at the struggling to go to bed
Tryna pass class the needle with a thread
Far away from home and feeling so
A boy amongst men I ain't even wear
Girls me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome
The Jazz up the road I play for Jerry Sloan