Just Them Days

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Long hill to climb
This my life its payback
Kush ease the mind
Been my time since way back
Please fill in the morgue
Body count payback
Remember turning ya back
Them hot slugs ya taking that
Just them days
We was hustling just to get it
Back then just me and all my niggaz
Now things have changed
Guess the time in pen
It make a cold heart
Try catching up
Got the head start
They there when you up
But gone soon as ya broke
Its a game of heavy blows
Same niggas cutting ya throat
Dont let them eyes fool ya
Things aint what it seem
Soon as you down they in ya pockets
Hungry wanting the cream
Shit get hectic in this life
If you selling that dope
Ya better keep some extra cash
Because you might need ya bail posted
You dont wanna be stuck in cell
With no court date
Been through it dog now welcome to hell
Down and out
Only mom and pops holding me down
Homies come and go
And broads aint sticking around
Soon as you out it aint the same
Same dudes new faces
Approach em the mood change
Show love watch them dudes fake it
The game ruthless
Thought that yall knew this
Murder rap ya cool kid
Longs they cant prove shit
Now take heed
Been in the pen since i was seventeen
Really fucked me up
Still going hard like weight beams
Young boys you blame em
Tryna get their gear up
Want cake by the layers
And ain't trying to hear you
Old folks they bore em
With them old ass stories
Want the money pouring
Like them rain drops falling in
As a youngin kid
Caught my first damn bid
There on out straight to bizz
Take the next man shit
Feelings in this verse
They tried to put me in the dirt
Had to make it work
But trust i know the feeling of the hurt
They take ya dreams from you
Thats twelve years from you
Now kid i feel for you
You got to dream bigger man
In my thoughts f*ck them slimey ass cops
Still the man boy sly he a fox

This them days
We was hustling just to get it
Back then just me and all my niggaz
Now things have changed
Guess the time in pen
It make a cold heart
Try catching up got the head start go
With the money on my mind
Got a clear vision
And still got love for all my niggaz
Done grown up
Some locked up man it blows
Nigga dealing with it
Let em loose so i could kick it wit em

And to think looking back
First half of the bid
Really thought hitting the strip
Work to packaging bricks but shit
End up dead or jail naw dead
Aint going back to jail
So to hell with the sale of narcotics
So i do this rap shit
They say its something that im good at
Now where my hood at
Them dope boys do what you good at
Got that good smack
Them lines raw watch the blow back
You thought I sold crack
The way they lined yeah you know that
The flow is lethal
Them guys line em like a free throw
They need a father
To help em grow cuz we need those
Proceed to eat you
But talk grown cuz we older now
Still i throw down
Your wife hit it throw the hoe round
Never get pretty when a relationship strays
The shit going south
You better off going separate ways
Holding on thats so wrong
Only cause you more harm
Friendships man they been gone
Them you cant depend on
In other words just fake friends
With them friends
Oughta load that thing
Let it chop let them meet their ends
Being real with you
Them niggas steal from you
Same ones make a deal with you
Just to gain from you
Them young boys wilding out
But im older now
On my grown man
Plus providing for my daughter now

This them days
We was hustling just to get it
Back then just me and all my niggaz
Now things have changed
Guess the time in pen
It make a cold heart
Try catching up got the head start go
With the money on my mind
Got a clear vision
And still got love for all my niggaz
Done grown up
Some locked up man it blows
Nigga dealing with it
Let em loose so i could kick it wit em

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