Old Days Songtext
von Lil Zay Osama
Old Days Songtext
They remember my old days, now a n---- can′t believe it
They remember them cracking and trapping, stealing steamers
They remember me snatching runners, had to leave it
30 n-----, 10 wars and 1 nina
Now every worker know me when i walk neymans
My s--- fast, I'm scratching off in a demon
Your b---- bad she f--- when i first seen her
Momma you ain′t got to stress it and i mean it
Momma you ain't got to stress it
I'mma make it home even if i got to stretch it
N---- play with man i hope the lord bless him
Stick on me, I ain′t leave it on the dresser
My brother one of the dope dealers
Told him if he ever need me i got a bag you ain′t got to stress it
Saw one of the opps, I'm ′bout to smoke him,
My brother told me give him the gun I ain't even got to catch him
Swiping them visas, phones and a liter,
10 of us say on the block with 1 nina
Craving pop with tints that my steamer
We ain′t have s---, we starved n----- ain't feed us
Ain′t wanna handout but n---- we the shooters
You was selling drugs, i was protecting the movers
How you ain't gone feed because i
Risked my life, I woulda bleeded for n-----
Now i gotta read in the kiln
Now i got my own bag, you ain't coming near me
Uncle nene called me from jail, almost shot a Bentley
Parch coming through the mail, give it to the killers
Everybody got to eat you know all my n----- felons
Drug out the cat, serving pills out the cat
Broke as s--- with the gat, don′t get killed tryna step
I remember we couldn′t buy a meal in the raq
I remember my brother got killed in the raq
We was cracking them visas ah ay
We was selling and reasons (yeah)
We was trapping out the regal yeah
Selling phenanal to our people yeah
We did anything for the racks
I had to get it, 2 sons I'm a dad
Selling that midget with no profit back
Now I′m on top it ain't no looking back
They remember my old days, now a n---- can′t believe it
They remember them cracking and trapping, stealing steamers
They remember me snatching runners, had to leave it
30 n-----, 10 wars and 1 nina
Now every worker know me when i walk neymans
My s--- fast, I'm scratching off in a demon
Your b---- bad she f--- when i first seen her
Momma you ain′t got to stress it and i mean it
Momma you ain't got to stress it
I'mma make it home even if i got to stretch it
N---- play with man i hope the lord bless him
Stick on me, I ain′t leave it on the dresser
My brother one of the dope dealers
Told him if he ever need me i got a bag you ain′t got to stress it
Saw one of the opps, I'm ′bout to smoke him,
My brother told me give him the gun I ain't even got to catch him
They remember them cracking and trapping, stealing steamers
They remember me snatching runners, had to leave it
30 n-----, 10 wars and 1 nina
Now every worker know me when i walk neymans
My s--- fast, I'm scratching off in a demon
Your b---- bad she f--- when i first seen her
Momma you ain′t got to stress it and i mean it
Momma you ain't got to stress it
I'mma make it home even if i got to stretch it
N---- play with man i hope the lord bless him
Stick on me, I ain′t leave it on the dresser
My brother one of the dope dealers
Told him if he ever need me i got a bag you ain′t got to stress it
Saw one of the opps, I'm ′bout to smoke him,
My brother told me give him the gun I ain't even got to catch him
Swiping them visas, phones and a liter,
10 of us say on the block with 1 nina
Craving pop with tints that my steamer
We ain′t have s---, we starved n----- ain't feed us
Ain′t wanna handout but n---- we the shooters
You was selling drugs, i was protecting the movers
How you ain't gone feed because i
Risked my life, I woulda bleeded for n-----
Now i gotta read in the kiln
Now i got my own bag, you ain't coming near me
Uncle nene called me from jail, almost shot a Bentley
Parch coming through the mail, give it to the killers
Everybody got to eat you know all my n----- felons
Drug out the cat, serving pills out the cat
Broke as s--- with the gat, don′t get killed tryna step
I remember we couldn′t buy a meal in the raq
I remember my brother got killed in the raq
We was cracking them visas ah ay
We was selling and reasons (yeah)
We was trapping out the regal yeah
Selling phenanal to our people yeah
We did anything for the racks
I had to get it, 2 sons I'm a dad
Selling that midget with no profit back
Now I′m on top it ain't no looking back
They remember my old days, now a n---- can′t believe it
They remember them cracking and trapping, stealing steamers
They remember me snatching runners, had to leave it
30 n-----, 10 wars and 1 nina
Now every worker know me when i walk neymans
My s--- fast, I'm scratching off in a demon
Your b---- bad she f--- when i first seen her
Momma you ain′t got to stress it and i mean it
Momma you ain't got to stress it
I'mma make it home even if i got to stretch it
N---- play with man i hope the lord bless him
Stick on me, I ain′t leave it on the dresser
My brother one of the dope dealers
Told him if he ever need me i got a bag you ain′t got to stress it
Saw one of the opps, I'm ′bout to smoke him,
My brother told me give him the gun I ain't even got to catch him
Writer(s): Isaiah Dukes, Jordan Knight Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
