Old Ways

Damn I’m gonna miss the old days
Chillin with the gang in the crib
Ima feel this gold phase
The mountain cold I might praise
Let me take u yall back
Everything was on track
Back to my shack
Tryin to make my first rack
My homies, this city I could never forget
You better bet, you better get
Our memories won’t faint
We can’t complaint
Smoking plant saint
Mixtape going insane
Runnin around streets
Writting in my old sheets
Rappin on the beat
Flow is gettin sweet
Track on repeat
Man, it’s that family love
Always above
Be proud of
The shit we created
Innovated, dominated
Its always appreciated
Sun shinning
Kids talking
People winning
Birds singing
Bless bringing
Thankful for all the blessings coming
Fuck the death
Live your life
Get the breath
Don’t strife
Dedcicated to my brothers living good
Blessed with this gifting childhood
Chilling in the hood
Feeling like a dream but it’s all so real
Do you know this feel, This is my fucking heal
Don’t give a fuck about what people say
Tired of the people always ready to betray
In some years get ready to see who will slay
We change cities
People change
Unless money is arranged
Nothing will stay the same
Used to walk out of school with my friends
Always thinking and wishing for the big body Benz
I was planned to have a great future
But being big never been my nature
Got to 6 feet now projecting for new heights
Trying my hardest to avoid being high
In high school never had that big crush, that sweetheart
I was out there practicing, playin' hard
Dreams are big I’m not the tallest
I just might crack one with future and fuck up some commas
It’s my come up
Still a good kid not a fuck up
There’s always new, there’s always different
Some people don’t like change so don’t get into it
That’s life, keep it rollin'
Forever chillin' that’s how I’m goin'
I know it’s cliche but it’s still goldin'
That we should live for the moment
I’m sick of all this news I’m sick of all this killing
Why death when we can only get it with the living
Act about it, don’t think about it
That way ya might save somebody
Fuck the thottys
Don’t be homie homie dawg dawg
Cruisin' by putting all the attention in the pawg
If stabbing on my back it’s your real thought
Yes for all the rats out there, that’s a shot
I betta not see ya’ll when I’m hitting at the spot
We change cities
People change
'Cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain’t no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook