Lyrics Old Days - Lil Zay Osama
They
remember
my
old
days,
now
a
n----
can't
believe
it
They
remember
them
cracking
and
trapping,
stealing
steamers
They
remember
me
snatching
runners,
had
to
leave
it
30
n-----,
10
wars
and
1 nina
Now
every
worker
know
me
when
i
walk
neymans
My
s---
fast,
I'm
scratching
off
in
a
demon
Your
b----
bad
she
f---
when
i
first
seen
her
Momma
you
ain't
got
to
stress
it
and
i
mean
it
Momma
you
ain't
got
to
stress
it
I'mma
make
it
home
even
if
i
got
to
stretch
it
N----
play
with
man
i
hope
the
lord
bless
him
Stick
on
me,
I
ain't
leave
it
on
the
dresser
My
brother
one
of
the
dope
dealers
Told
him
if
he
ever
need
me
i
got
a
bag
you
ain't
got
to
stress
it
Saw
one
of
the
opps,
I'm
'bout
to
smoke
him,
My
brother
told
me
give
him
the
gun
I
ain't
even
got
to
catch
him
Swiping
them
visas,
phones
and
a
liter,
10
of
us
say
on
the
block
with
1 nina
Craving
pop
with
tints
that
my
steamer
We
ain't
have
s---,
we
starved
n-----
ain't
feed
us
Ain't
wanna
handout
but
n----
we
the
shooters
You
was
selling
drugs,
i
was
protecting
the
movers
How
you
ain't
gone
feed
because
i
Risked
my
life,
I
woulda
bleeded
for
n-----
Now
i
gotta
read
in
the
kiln
Now
i
got
my
own
bag,
you
ain't
coming
near
me
Uncle
nene
called
me
from
jail,
almost
shot
a
Bentley
Parch
coming
through
the
mail,
give
it
to
the
killers
Everybody
got
to
eat
you
know
all
my
n-----
felons
Drug
out
the
cat,
serving
pills
out
the
cat
Broke
as
s---
with
the
gat,
don't
get
killed
tryna
step
I
remember
we
couldn't
buy
a
meal
in
the
raq
I
remember
my
brother
got
killed
in
the
raq
We
was
cracking
them
visas
ah
ay
We
was
selling
and
reasons
(yeah)
We
was
trapping
out
the
regal
yeah
Selling
phenanal
to
our
people
yeah
We
did
anything
for
the
racks
I
had
to
get
it,
2 sons
I'm
a
dad
Selling
that
midget
with
no
profit
back
Now
I'm
on
top
it
ain't
no
looking
back
They
remember
my
old
days,
now
a
n----
can't
believe
it
They
remember
them
cracking
and
trapping,
stealing
steamers
They
remember
me
snatching
runners,
had
to
leave
it
30
n-----,
10
wars
and
1 nina
Now
every
worker
know
me
when
i
walk
neymans
My
s---
fast,
I'm
scratching
off
in
a
demon
Your
b----
bad
she
f---
when
i
first
seen
her
Momma
you
ain't
got
to
stress
it
and
i
mean
it
Momma
you
ain't
got
to
stress
it
I'mma
make
it
home
even
if
i
got
to
stretch
it
N----
play
with
man
i
hope
the
lord
bless
him
Stick
on
me,
I
ain't
leave
it
on
the
dresser
My
brother
one
of
the
dope
dealers
Told
him
if
he
ever
need
me
i
got
a
bag
you
ain't
got
to
stress
it
Saw
one
of
the
opps,
I'm
'bout
to
smoke
him,
My
brother
told
me
give
him
the
gun
I
ain't
even
got
to
catch
him
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