Exile - For Old Time's Sake lyrics

[Verse 1] From the walls of juvenile hall to Hawthorn elementary Thoughts of my past are like photographic memories Rocking talent shows, busting flows at a**emblies And now that I'm grown you can still feel the energy Ah! It's been a long time coming Steady chasing mines, I spent a long time running These fake rap n***as spend a long time fronting But their girl's on my dick, she spend a long time s**ing But uh, sometimes we jumped n***as, sometimes we got jumped Sometimes we punked n***as, sometimes we got punked I was with Tory when a n***a hit his first blunt In 8th grade when a n***a had his first f** Ah! Kicked out of cla** just from speaking out But they ain't know that my grandmom was drinking now And they ain't know that my uncle Charles was tweaking now Or how my real pops used to put the beatings out I wonder if he thought it was effective At 4 years old, the first time I was molested 13 years old, the first time I was arrested Just tried to see the world from my dad sad perspective And I ain't tryna make you feel no pity Loved worldwide but hated on in my city And you ain't gotta like me but I guarantee you'll feel me Still begging for the Lord to forgive me [Hook] This ain't no g-game, this is my life, life Injured, but off of pain no worries, no strife, strife Just look at my brain(For old times sake) Look at my pain(For old times sake) This ain't no g-game, this is my life, life Cruise in the left lane, switch to the right, right Just look at my brain (Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal My life flash like big bills cash) [Verse 2] Yeah, now walk into my world as I spit it Close your eyes and imagine all the verses that's vivid Feel the pain in my heart, that's the merge of my spirit Born black on this earth but you curse on the envy you see We all want a piece of that luxury Cause 40 and mule ain't gonna make us live comfortably Still having nightmares of my aunt's friend touching me That's I probably be cold to every woman that's loving me I still did things the G way Imagine being the only negro nino out in TJ 9 years old, fighting n***as that was quince Crazy in the head n***a, I don't give a pinche Now that Exile is my DJ, a lot of expectations A lot of naysayers, man, a lot of n***as hating A lot of rap cats running up for confrontations Dropped a couple vinyls, now the whole world's waiting Just tryna keep my baby moms cool I pay child support but sh**, you need a job, too And I ain't got no time to sit around and argue Keep your faith in me, I'll show you how the god do And I ain't tryna make you feel no pity Loved worldwide but hated on in my city And you ain't gotta like me but I guarantee you'll feel me Still begging for the Lord to forgive me [Hook] This ain't no g-game, this is my life, life Ain't tripping off of pain no worries, no strife, strife Just look in my brain(For old times sake) Look at my pain(For old times sake) This ain't no g-game, this is my life, life Cruise in the left lane, switch to the right, right Just look at my brain (Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal My life flash like big bills of cash)