Just Them Days

Long hill to climb This my life its payback Kush ease the mind Been my time since way back Please fill in the morgue Body count payback Remember turning ya back Them hot slugs ya taking that Just them days We was hustling just to get it Back then just me and all my niggaz Now things have changed Guess the time in pen It make a cold heart Try catching up Got the head start They there when you up But gone soon as ya broke Its a game of heavy blows Same niggas cutting ya throat Dont let them eyes fool ya Things aint what it seem Soon as you down they in ya pockets Hungry wanting the cream Shit get hectic in this life If you selling that dope Ya better keep some extra cash Because you might need ya bail posted You dont wanna be stuck in cell With no court date Been through it dog now welcome to hell Down and out Only mom and pops holding me down Homies come and go And broads aint sticking around Soon as you out it aint the same Same dudes new faces Approach em the mood change Show love watch them dudes fake it The game ruthless Thought that yall knew this Murder rap ya cool kid Longs they cant prove shit Now take heed Been in the pen since i was seventeen Really fucked me up Still going hard like weight beams Young boys you blame em Tryna get their gear up Want cake by the layers And ain't trying to hear you Old folks they bore em With them old ass stories Want the money pouring Like them rain drops falling in As a youngin kid Caught my first damn bid There on out straight to bizz Take the next man shit Feelings in this verse They tried to put me in the dirt Had to make it work But trust i know the feeling of the hurt They take ya dreams from you Thats twelve years from you Now kid i feel for you You got to dream bigger man In my thoughts fuck them slimey ass cops Still the man boy sly he a fox This them days We was hustling just to get it Back then just me and all my niggaz Now things have changed Guess the time in pen It make a cold heart Try catching up got the head start go With the money on my mind Got a clear vision And still got love for all my niggaz Done grown up Some locked up man it blows Nigga dealing with it Let em loose so i could kick it wit em And to think looking back First half of the bid Really thought hitting the strip Work to packaging bricks but shit End up dead or jail naw dead Aint going back to jail So to hell with the sale of narcotics So i do this rap shit They say its something that im good at Now where my hood at Them dope boys do what you good at Got that good smack Them lines raw watch the blow back You thought I sold crack The way they lined yeah you know that The flow is lethal Them guys line em like a free throw They need a father To help em grow cuz we need those Proceed to eat you But talk grown cuz we older now Still i throw down Your wife hit it throw the hoe round Never get pretty when a relationship strays The shit going south You better off going separate ways Holding on thats so wrong Only cause you more harm Friendships man they been gone Them you cant depend on In other words just fake friends With them friends Oughta load that thing Let it chop let them meet their ends Being real with you Them niggas steal from you Same ones make a deal with you Just to gain from you Them young boys wilding out But im older now On my grown man Plus providing for my daughter now This them days We was hustling just to get it Back then just me and all my niggaz Now things have changed Guess the time in pen It make a cold heart Try catching up got the head start go With the money on my mind Got a clear vision And still got love for all my niggaz Done grown up Some locked up man it blows Nigga dealing with it Let em loose so i could kick it wit em