Lyrics Old Days / New Days - Connxtion

(They've been taxing, like market's down)

(I love this shit bro, I love this)
(I love this shit how did you make this?)

He pulled the rug out from under my feet
Will acting like Oprah, got me checking under my seat
To making sure there's no surprises
But when the moment arises, I keep my focus
To open up new horizons
I told you to fantasize this
We had to take it to our own hands
Writing these slow jams
I take my own stand, we're sticking to the program
Shits about to go down
All my non homies only know me by my second name
I wanna get rid of the drama and skip the fame
I wanna get to the end where all the money is
Get to the riches and bitches and be the funniest
One of all time, but I'm only seventeen
Tryna bust a rhyme, cus rhymings my only dream
Unrealistic shit, that's what I wish for
What you think the point of really being rich for?
I want more shit than you could ever imagine
But I gotta accept that it won't happen

I come alive in the night time
Writing these conflicting lines
Its not like daytime
But I got dreams to live like skateboard P
Ambitions blinding me so I cant see
All the memories I have
Cus I say forget the past I'm on the now and tomorrow
I speak poetry and music you can call me Apollo
I wanna flash with Goyard bags, rap some verses in real fast
Then hop in to jazz, it's so befitting
I'll probably never change my outfit
BC Commes de Garcon, I can hardly pronounce it
Balenci glasses in this bitch, walking in without fear
I never cared about these shitty politics
Nobody be cuffing bitches they just pay to watch a bitch
Shit, uh
I'm keeping it straight and its real man
Chill man, still man, shots, Wolfgang Tillmans
We just recording feels through 35 mills
I'll be the same kid at 35 mil, I keep it real and chill

(Happy birthday to you!)