Ol' Days Lyrics

See we need a little peace in the street

Move your feet to the beat

Turn left then we gone slide

We gotta put an end to the beef Losing friends to the heat

It cut deep on the inside

Summertime it get hot

Don't nobody wanna come outside and get shot

The club's empty block party's dead

Everybody stand in one spot

So we gotta take em back to the old days

Back to the old days

Back to the old days

Back to the old days

Gotta take em back to the old days

Back to the old days

Back to the old days

Back back back

See back in the days

It wasn't none of this

Niggas shot & ain't miss

And hit the wrong person

Now everybody hurting

Tryna make a dollar out of fists

We had real friends

It was still real then

You can still chill then

But you gotta still watch your back

Cause a straight like that

In any hood that a nigga live in

Back in the days

It was just one stick

You ain't need no switch

And we had one click

Fist fights since a git

Mama ain't raise no bitch

We know it ain't all good in the hood

We know that we all leave if we could

But we love where we from

Get love where we from

Get hate too so it's all understood

Remember back in the G

It was about stacking a G

Not about packing a piece

We back in the streets

And the block wasn't hot

Now they tryna put it back in the grease

Matter fact I'm a beast

On these tracks I release Feathers on hats like a chief

Now these haters in trouble Calling plays in the huddle Tryna bubble like a classic

caprice

Passenger seat smoking on gas you can peep

It ain't about cash don't speak

It just goes to show with the money and clothes

You can still feel incomplete

I always stayed down ten toes Never stood still on my feet

Never lied through these ten golds

Sometimes I still feel like it's me

You don't care who you hurt for it

Told you that it ain't me

They will know you worked for it

Then ask for it like it's free

And that ain't G

That's why I gotta stay to myself

Haters gotta stay to the left

Pray for yourself

Try to a make a way for yourself Paper chaser stay out of breath

See we need a little peace in the street

Move your feet to the beat

Turn left then we gone slide

We gotta put an end to the beef Losing friends to the heat

It cut deep on the inside

Summertime it get hot

Don't nobody wanna come outside and get shot

The club's empty block party's dead

Everybody stand in one spot

So we gotta take em back to the old days

Back to the old days

Back to the old days

Back to the old days

Gotta take em back to the old days

Back to the old days

Back to the old days

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