Old Days Lyrics

Yeah, nigga

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I miss the old days, I miss my old ways

Yeah, uh

Remember when we rode through the city, just a couple of kids

Dreams in our pockets, but reality hit like bricks

Sister went on her first date, I felt like a pang of pride and pain

Used to share our secrets, now it's like we're worlds apart, insane

I bottle up the tears, but inside, I'm a storm

Mama's arms still my refuge, when life's harsh and warm

Dreams of riches in my future, a vision so grand

150 mill' by fifty-five, yeah, that's the plan

Yeah

Lost some friends along the way, to the streets or to the grave

It's a cold world out here, no one's looking to save

Seeds of violence planted deep, in the hearts of the youth

Grew up fast, lost innocence, no time for the truth

Streets taught me lessons, some I wish I never learned

But survival's the game, and in the streets, you gotta earn

I reminisce on the past, with a mixture of joy and pain

From the innocence lost, to the scars that still remain

I grew my hair back, like my head back (my head back)

Twenty M's, yeah, I had that (I got that)

But the memories linger, of simpler times

When beds turned to couches, and silver spoons turned to crimes (yeah)

I miss the old days, I miss my old ways

The innocence lost, in a haze of X pills and OK

I remember when the block was hot, every corner had a tale

Where loyalty was currency, and trust was hard to scale

We made promises in whispers, under the moon's soft glow

But when the sirens wailed, those oaths were quick to go

I've seen brothers turn foes, and foes become kin

In this game of survival, where only the strong win

Yeah

But amidst the chaos, there's a yearning deep inside

For the simplicity of childhood, where innocence didn't hide

Mama always told me, "Son, keep your head held high"

Even when the world's against you, even when the tears make you cry

I've seen dreams crumble, and hopes fade away

But I refuse to be a victim, in this unforgiving fray

So I'll keep grinding, hustling for a better day

For every setback and struggle, there's a price to pay (yeah)

But I'll carry on, with the determination in my stride

For in the heart of the struggle, true strength resides

I've stared into the eyes of darkness, felt its chilling grasp

Where shadows dance with demons, in a never-ending rasp

But I refuse to succumb, to the darkness that lurks

For I've tasted the sweetness of triumph, amidst it's quirks

With every scar etched upon my skin, a story to tell

Of battles fought and victories won, in this urban hell

Yeah, nigga