Back In The Day

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Few of
My people
Got house
In the
Burbs
Another batch
Got some
New kids
To observe
A few
Making moves
Motivating
My work
And too
Many
Workin on
Goin to
Work
Call wit my
Nigga from
Back in day
Me and
My nigga
Go back to
The class
When we
Ain't have
Money to
Pack in
A case
Heard he
Had trouble
He back
In the A
Momma
Was trippin
His shorty
Was trippin
They all
Fallin out
Like the
Ankles need
Tape
So he called
The nigga
For words
He could
Take
To carry
On wit em
Like Bags
On a plane
Said he
Wish he
Could be
Back on
The game
His daughter
Look at him
He said
She ashamed
Grippin
The bottle
He get
Rearranged
Ready for
Smoke
Like what's
Packed in
A Jay
Seen how
You handle
What's backin
In you Jay
Like Shaq
In the post
They can't
Stack wit
You Jay
I told him
You blind
To what you
Can't observe
I told him I fail
I just put
In the work
Ay
I may put
On like
A shirt
The music
The jokes
That I make
When I skirt
Inside a new
Whip that
You see
I prefer
Growin
Accustom to
Life wit
The perks
You got
Potential
I'm seein
It first
Promise
I wouldn't
Lead you
To the dirt
Saying you
Puttin
Yourself on
A level
Below all
The platforms
I swear
You deserve
And that's right
These words worth
Couple mill
From the grill
That's not ice
If it come cross
The face
I'm jumpin on it
That's on sight
And I got
Real niggas
Wit me
Baddest shorty
On my right
Check the price
Word to the gods
Play flashin lights
Just to see through
The fog
Cartier ice
Seem a bit
Too involved
Wit reason
My niggas
Put bullets
Through Yall
I'm gone end
Up on screen
I'm hoping ya boy
Never change
Cuz my niggas
Lookin for change
They scrapin
The seats for
Whatever they can
This shit
Got me thinkin
Behind on my plans
Word to the gods
Play flashin lights
Just to see through
The fog
Cartier ice
Seem a bit
Too involved
Wit reason
My niggas
Put bullets
Through Yall
I'm gone end
Up on screen
I'm hoping ya boy
Never change
Cuz my niggas
Lookin for change
They scrapin
The seats for
Whatever they can
This shit
Got me thinkin
Behind on my plans
Call from
The homie
From back
In the day
Soon as
We kicked it
We matched wit
The pace
Told me
Wassup wit the
Music
I'm makin
And if I
Been struggling
Staying away
The city
He love it
This city
I'm wit it
I told him
I need to head
Out of the state
It's too
Many niggas
I knew
Way before
Who cool wit
Just living
A life I
Feel bored wit
This flow
Lookin Gorgeous
Flow of
The crib
I just copped
It's got my head
Growin enormous
knew from
My birth
Deserved to
Be fightin
I'm somewhat
Absurd
Now that I know
Im destined
To observe
Palm of my hand
With whatever
This earth
Claim to be
Jay shit
I climb in
My purse
Deep in my bag
For whatever
That's worth
On ten
With a verse
Homie said
Stick wit
The rhyme
Words gone
Make sense
When you
Spittin a dime
Never had dreams
Of just
Driving the road
We dream
Our name
Big as
F*ck on a sign
Never had dreams
Of outside
In the cold
Dream got
Accounts wit
A couple of Ks
Like group
Who wish
I would be
Put in the dirt
I promise
I never obliged
What they say
And that's right
These words worth
Couple mill
From the grill
That's not ice
If it come cross
The face
I'm jumpin on it
That's on sight
And I got
Real niggas
Wit me
Baddest shorty
On my right
Check the price
Word to the gods
Play flashin lights
Just to see through
The fog
Cartier ice
Seem a bit
Too involved
Wit reason
My niggas
Put bullets
Through Yall
I'm gone end
Up on screen
I'm hoping ya boy
Never change
Cuz my niggas
Lookin for change
They scrapin
The seats for
Whatever they can
This shit
Got me thinkin
Behind on my plans
Word to the gods
Play flashin lights
Just to see through
The fog
Cartier ice
Seem a bit
Too involved
Wit reason
My niggas
Put bullets
Through Yall
I'm gone end
Up on screen
I'm hoping ya boy
Never change
Cuz my niggas
Lookin for change
They scrapin
The seats for
Whatever they can
This shit
Got me thinkin
Behind on my plans

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