Old Days

Old days
Shit pops, no name drops
I won’t say
I been down and
I’m up now and I’m okay
And I ain’t trying to go back
Look
Life is so real
Been through so much shit it’s amazing that I got hope still
Nigga I got drive, if you in my way then you road road kill
Shooting for the stars and I hold steel
Dummies want me to hold still
Never that, I’m blessed and I’m at you
You won’t get pity in Sin City where cash rules
Everything round me
Can’t afford to make bad moves
Cause niggas got glizzies, it stay on em like tattoos
If they got drums there ain’t no beat you can snap to
With my black skin, there ain’t shit I can’t adapt to
I just stay inside
That’s why the OG’s don’t act rude
Cause I’m just a young nigga tryna get racks too
This is for my homies with nothing but ambitions
Shooting up in the gym but never picked for scrimmage
This is for all my niggas that’s timid but got visions
Fuck the dummies criticizing, keeping being about your business my nigga
Aye
Low wage
Cashed out
I’m short changed
Low thoughts
Fly by
I don’t sway
High Minded
Kings, Queens
They know me
I would never go back to an old thing
Low wage
Cashed out
I’m short changed
Low thoughts
Fly by
I don’t sway
High Minded
Kings, Queens
They know me
I would never go back back back
My mind strong
As the days long
No days off
Thick weight hitting like Sazon
I came long ways from the bottom of rocks
I seen slaves formulate from they fallacy thought
The faith pays off
Old age, sip slow on these old grapes
Trick hoes try to tip toe while they toast me
Smell slick from a block out
Catch you with your thoughts out
Fellas drop trow
Off my old heat
Known to flex 16 since 15
The devil try to mode my mind set to split screen
Time spent on pettier things can Clip Wings
Signs sent from Heavenly beings
I missed things
Yet
Still I imagine it all
But has this world done a twirl on
What matters to y’all?
I cannot call what I can’t see
Mindin' my bees
It’s all team
Sweepstakes
Circulating the cake
Like whipped cream, yuh!
I don’t play
My words blast from close range
Slow rage
I lay low
And blow sage
You’re okay
I’m that nice
Ya don’t say
You gon really make me go back to my old ways
I don’t play
My words blast from close range
Slow rage
I lay low
And blow sage
You’re okay
I’m that nice
Ya don’t say
You gon really make me go back to my old ways
Man I’m so complex
I got many layers
Love to learn
Student of the game
Now I beat the players
Wait my turn
Worth while
Smile
When I see the haters
Livin' low, got so much trips to go
I’m gone, see ya later
Meant that y’alll better get back and I’m off this
His loss, I leave em discharged
And the card switched
Kriss kross, y’all got me ticked off
And I lost it
Dislodged, straight with a clenched palm
And a strong fist
Black woman
At the bottom of totem poll
Not for me
But that’s what I would see
As my all my fingers scroll
Need someone to take a stand for me
Like it’s a pick and roll
There’s the kings that do defend the queens
And all my sistas know
But that means this is exactly who this isn’t foh
For the birds, sitting by the curb
And looking pigeon-toed
I’m a woman who just understood
That’s how the business goes
Only one to execute my vision
This ain’t give and go
Broke days, broke thoughts and no pay
If shit pops, no name drops
I won’t say
I been down, I’m up now and I’m okay
I ain’t tryna go back to my old ways
Broke days, broke thoughts and no pay
If shit pops, no name drops
I won’t say
I been down, I’m up now and I’m okay
And Imma never go back to my old ways!