Back In The Day

Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again I'm a keep shit a buck Growing up, yeah, it sucked Had to move from out the house Cause the bills kept piling up Had to share each other's clothes Cause my moms ain't had no bucks Started rapping in the basement So we had to turn it up Been in the trenches with my brothers So we out here chasing bags Pain in my heart So I'm rolling all this gas Facing all these blunts I ain't fucking with a match R.I.P. to my granny Wishing God could bring her back Niggas get to switching up every single day Talking about they riding But they really keeping it safe If going to grind , you go eat And get a piece of that cake Only think about yourself In a drought, that shit fake Niggas corny, niggas fucked Pussy niggas in the way Came across death And looked that pussy in his face My family need to eat So I'm trying to make a way And if you're trying to take me Gonna have to be a different day Back in the days When I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again I got three kids looking up So I gotta keep it grinding If I ain't mobile then it's nothing I'm lacing up, so I'm smobbing Every penny starting to count Getting triples, including diapers I ain't quitting on my kids I gotta show them I am a fighter Gotta work until I'm tired I just hit my second wind Power naps to keep me moving Four thirty I'm punching in Cause these bills are right behind me Fully sprinting just to win Can't let this bullshit jam me up I'm faking out and cutting in Give it all for just my kids Can't have them struggling growing up If you play about some money I'm popping up about my cut Pray to God every night I done used up all my luck So if I need it I ain't asking Get to hustling for them bucks See my homies acting funny So I'm iffy about that trust Work hard for what I got I be damned if I give it up Rent around the corner Damn near a band for just a month So I ain't taxing ain't shit cheap These 40 hours just ain't enough If I ain't gon' do it Then who is Can't rely on no other man We was only kids Trying to be on grown shit You motherfuckin brother On some real nigga shit If I ain't gon' do it Then who is, My time coming soon So I'm trying to make some kids Keep this shit 100 I ain't never gon' switch Momma we gon' be Straight to baby boy Chasing bands Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again