Olden Days

Lyrics

[Intro] SRB separation confirmed Coming up on, uh, staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes five seconds Carns Hill production Shegy mixed it Hahaha Road [Verse 1] I did, still do and I done road I won't talk on the shit that's untold I'm in the party and I ain't got my gun showin' But she can feel it on me (but she can feel it on me) Says she wanna pull it out and she wan' see it But I ain't no eediot, g (I ain't no eediot, g) Huh? What you say, love? But I ain't no eediot, g (I ain't no eediot) [Verse 2] Meeting drill rappers in real life and it ain't what it's seeming to be (it ain't) Course they all want to be like a g cah they heard that I'm doing man grievously Conveniently, I caught **** in a convenience store and I done him immediately (nyoom) Shorty ain't got no dеcency, she running round going on jeeting spree I don't fuck with feds, I got too much beef Fuck I look likе going in a meet and greet? Fuck do I look like going in a meet and greet? Fuck I look like going in a meet and greet? And giving my loathe for the opps to squeeze (fucking **** and fucking ****) I ain't no rat, I don't twirl for cheese but I surely make a shorty twirl for me (surely) Pop that stick on ****, I make that shit hot even though it was 12 degrees About **** BM on St Patrick's Day, I fucked her in a Celtic tee (ha ha) From young I swear I been different Even my dad though twice 'bout putting that belt to me Back then dot-dot ringing bells, it's me Now my young boy get the bells off me (off me) I don't mix them spirits that ain't healthy, g No Grey Goose no Belvedere I know the feds-dem pray on shelf for me But there ain't no way you're nailing me [Verse 3] Brrap! Bap-bap! Baow Baow! I made 'nuff man run from gun sound I run a boy down and he got a stab he took a pic on the wall They look stabbed and run down (look run down) I gave my young boy a bag of tea and told my little bro, 'go and have fun now' (and go and have fun now) I to— I told little bro, 'go and have fun now I feel like Meech on a roll for my hood What's good? (what's good?) Man, fuck that, it's Death Row, now I'm feeling like Suge I'm in the trench, yeah the hood, yeah I'm good (I'm good) When 'nuff man stay corn calling bujj Shit's treacherous out here, how you get corned in your 'hood? How you get corned in you shoulder blade? Done it off the bike in my olden days Feel real old with my oldhead ways 'Member times had my roller blades Fast forward, push bike, I roll will blades I cheffed up my man, they didn't solve the case (they didn't solve the case) I cheffed up my man, they didn't solve the case (ha ha) Boy, mind how you talk cah you know your place (know your place) I know you're scared to show your face This shit raw like yola taste (raw!) This shit raw like yola paste (it's raw!) I'm off the rails can't feel my face Spark the Cali ash, I'm off to space (I'm off to space, I'm gone) Spark the Cali ash, I'm off my face (I'm gone) No CV, you niggas ain't worked a day Funny how man got a lot to say On the internet man talk all day See me in the flesh, don't know what to say (don't know what to say) [Outro] Ha ha See me in the flesh, don't know what to say Ha ha