Just Them Days Lyrics

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 fuck 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