(Chorus: Russell Lee)
  It seems like yesterday, my mama told me
  Boy don't you go and throw your life away
  
  [Baby Beesh]
  Now it seems like yesterday I was on the block running
  Yelling at the top of my lungs, that the ice cream man was coming
  And if and never, I only had a buck fifty
  I made sure, all the little homies act with me
  Shooting Stars, Fudge Bars and them Drumsticks
  Having fun with, playas that I run with
  Generation as weed and cess
  Fast money, fast cars from the valley or the projects
  And what's next for a miss got to greet you
  But having heart, ain't something they can teach you
  Playing ball, hoping one day to see the pros
  And little roes saying peace to rest of shows
  
  (Chorus: Russell Lee)
  It seems like yesterday, my mama told me
  Boy don't you go and throw your life away
  It seems like yesterday, me and the homies
  We rode our bikes down to the school to play
  
  [Baby Beesh]
  Now I done seen a lot of gang fights never end trueted
  It wasn't my thang, even though I was heavily recruited
  I got blue ones caught up, and it's tragic
  Doing ten years trying to stack some of that magic
  And man I sure do miss him
  And man I got warrants, so I can't even go visit him in prison
  And I don't ride enough now I'm tripping
  Shed a tear, now it's dripping I ain't bullshitting
  One love, one life is your path right
  Trying to maintain even on a bad day
  Do your thang, stay away from the drama
  I hear my mama, looking out for my karma
  
  (Chorus)