feat. Russell Lee   (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)