SHAZZi - OLD DAYS lyrics

This is gonna be take 2 Back in this b**h I can't hear myself Alright we good now we good n***as f** around judging me based on the old days Those were my old ways Don't talk about my old days & Pls don't come around talking about you think you know me Like "what up shazzi you trynna be my homie? Man mother f** the old days The f**ing old ways The So called homies That call up the police And give you a pistol n***a's will end it And not even miss you Remember I was younger dad taught me bout the paper Learned how to sauce and to distant the haters Pops is G also known as my savior And momma watched me till my sins were forgiven Gotta go flex on my goals with precision & School f**ed it me took a toll for a minute Said Momma ground me from the smoke for a minute But school stressed me it took a toll for a minute Goin thru the struggle Slangin coke In some cola If bino can do it Then I might go sober Think I just blew it? Give me my kosher An then we Wait for a minute You make mistakes I'm expecting some closure Small plates for now Ill just wait for exposure Line up the cardi And mix up my potion And then we Wait for a minute Midnight drives With bad b**hes we exploring Don't k** my high Cause I'll f** your emotion Don't k** my vibe We drop tops in the foreign Late night drives From the night to the morning From the night to the morning Some say that I'm packing a punch for the fame I'm changing my style Just so yall know my name A change for the better Man no ones to blame A Change for the better My n**gas been eating I need my vandetta Away for the weekend My conscious be creeping It really depends Conquered my demons and turned them to friends Crackheads be fienden I'll feed them instead Man f** a 9 to 5 Mike b hell finesse Seen Blood on the leaves Im peeping the Feds Seeings is beleiving Chris g said it best See it all started with me and my bros just smoking and free styling we were always into hip hop for aslong as I can remember, you know just f**ing around a being a fool, so through out middle school I always had little rhymes in my notebooks and stuff but it didn't really get serious until the 10nth grade... it was my whole environment that made me do it aswell as all the love and support my boys gave me , so I'd say cheers to MOTIVATION, they helped me get the soft ware, equipment, and they also reminded me that we some young winners, you know so going through everyday step by step, smoking my weed, enjoying life, so as soon as that happened I made I got my head straight made NO DRAMA and that sh** was a GO n***as f** around judging me based on the old days Those were my old ways Don't talk about my old days & Pls don't come around talking about you think you know me Like "what up shazzi you trynna be my homie? Man mother f** the old days The f**ing old ways The So called homies That call up the police And give you the pistol n***a's will end it And not even miss you Can't stop me I'm popping I'll hop in the co*kpit It's Marsians V goblins These n***as be dogging But Too busy talking I'm reading my options Missed calls from don't answer b**hes be plotting Why I don't answer? Cause my money stacking Believe in the lyrics Man plenty things happened I asked if its worth it To see myself rapping Asked if it's worth it To see myself rapping