Old Days (feat. Quandeethehippy)

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Uh, let's take it back to the old days
Full striped, suits, Kangols, and rope chains
Blowing dro, cause there wasn't no propane
Nine years old, I was smoking on no name
Snitchin', wasn't none of the dope game
Hold your own, homie, I can handle the smoke, man
Problem solver, yeah, the bitch go bang
Run up in the crib, I'ma give you the whole thing
Uncle in the pen, lost his life to the dope game
R.I.P. to cuz, lost his life to the snowman
R.I.P. these dudes, they know me, it's so lame
Remain humble, and just stay in your own lane
This a life lesson, no stone is unturned
Bridges get burned, knowledge get learned
Respect get earned, wait on your turn
Keep your ass in line, or get put in that urn
Keep your ass back, or you're putting that hearse
Ain't one lie that I put on this verse
Her pussy get wet when I'm speaking them words
Slide the head in, then that pussy get purged
I do it all, I ain't gotta slang birds
Your crew move in twos, I stop the whole herd
Fraudss out here, this shit is absurd
Get touched quick, I ain't gotta say a word
Uh, let's take it back to the old days
Full striped, suits, Kangols, and rope chains
Blowing dro, cause there wasn't no propane
Nine years old, I was smoking on no name
Snitchin', wasn't none of the dope game
Hold your own, homie, I can handle the smoke, man
Problem solver, yeah, the bitch go bang
Run up in the crib, I'ma give you the whole thing
Yeah, I'm taking it back to the old days
With them baggy ass jeans, and hammy down Tee with the fake chains
Little skater kid, nappy head, never kept it maintained
Thirteen years old, kicking, pushing, yeah, that was my main thing
Twisting Mary Jane while I'm rolling out with the homies
And this shit got me so lifted, I'm high up, I'm feeling holy
On this bitch, I'm hitting she spitting that off emoji
Yeah, It's f*ck what they saying, no hiatus, no one can hold me
Uh, now take me back to my old days
In my momma's beat up Buick pulling up on my old thang
Around my junior year, I found my niche, inside on my own lane
Never switching up, I am myself, I found my own fame
At the family get-together, center of attention
And I love them all to death, in case I never really mention
Yeah, they started the whole thing, for sure, man
They on my head, just like some Rogain
I'm always in and out of trouble, call me by my whole name
Yeah, ay

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