paroles de chanson Old Days - Lil Durk
(Uh)
You
know,
I
been
talkin'
to
my
family
on
group
FaceTime
They
don't
ask
me
for
nothin',
they
just
tell
me
that
they
miss
me,
know
what
I'm
sayin'?
I
be,
I
be
tellin'
'em
it
ain't
about
money,
but
I'ma
send
it
anyways
Know
what
I'm
sayin'?
I
love
y'all
All
the
times
I
said
granny,
that's
the
passion
that
it's
from
Her
condition
scared
me
so
much,
I
ain't
visit
her
in
months
(uh)
Chino
visit
me
more
than
them,
and
he
only
visit
me
just
once
(uh)
The
older
rats
got
out
before
unc'
and
they
around
here
like
it's
nothin'
How
many
niggas
I
used
to
fuck
with
told
me
fuck
me
over
money?
Said
the
block
gon'
get
on
his
ass,
that's
why
he
ain't
never
make
a
comment
The
autopsy
of
Von
body
had
me
coughin'
up
my
vomit
I
miss
the
old
days,
the
old
ways,
my
history
iconic
I
was
takin'
so
many
pills,
I
was
so
high,
I
really
abused
it
Started
sellin'
Percs,
I
turned
around
and
started
to
use
it
Took
my
name
off
rehab,
I
replaced
my
name
with
Doodie's
Had
to
get
a
pacemaker,
my
heart
was
skippin'
deuces
Jumpin'
over
hurdles,
Smurk
life
so
exclusive
Ain't
lied
yet
about
nothin'
I
wish
I
could
stop
the
war,
I
really
wanna
live
in
peace
I
wish
I
could
stop
the
war,
but
it's
too
late
for
them
to
speak
(oh)
I
want
the
politics
in
my
pocket,
I
wanna
treat
the
'Raq
like
Meek
But
it's
me,
I'll
do
everything
to
show
them
I
ain't
weak
I'm
the
streets,
who
ever
thought
I'd
make
a
million
off
of
beats?
And
it's
Smurk
now,
they
can
make
millions
off
of
me
(Wow-wow)
(Wow-wow,
wow-wow)
I
be
prayin'
for
the
street,
nigga
(Wow-wow,
wow-wow)
I
be
prayin'
for
the
street,
nigga
Tell
Petey
that
I
miss
him,
can
somebody
give
my
number
to
him?
Plus
he
lost
his
son,
that's
my
lil'
cousin,
he
got
trauma
to
him
(oh)
Crib
hot,
window
up,
blackout,
thunderstorm
Rondo
mama
know
I
love
her
even
though
I
ain't
been
talkin'
to
her
(yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Play
with
me,
get
backdoored,
he
rather
let
the
oppers
do
it
Don't
get
shot
on
my
block
'cause
St.
Bernard
ain't
got
no
trauma
unit
(oh)
He
was
filled
with
Xans
and
lean,
now
he
filled
with
embalmin'
fluid
(oh)
The
killers
gotta
step
in
for
the
peace,
can't
no
rappers
do
it,
I
can
Shout
out
to
who
locked
up
who
was
locked
in
(oh)
Where
them
bloggers
at
that
said
Smurkio
not
top
ten?
(Woah,
woah,
woah)
I
beat
my
case
in
2014,
they
let
the
cops
in
You
can't
find
no
peace
today,
go
walk
inside
a
masjid
(oh)
Now
you
got
real
street
niggas
that
want
motherfuckers
in
jail
So
we
into
it
with
the
opps,
which
is
the
police
The
police,
which
is
the-,
it's
like,
come
on,
bro,
like
the
streets
over
with
Niggas
gotta
understand
that
shit,
man,
it's
nothin'
left
out
here,
bro
Like,
you
just
gotta
protect
yourself,
protect
your
family,
who
you
love
You
can't
be
around
all
this
shit,
this
shit
ain't
the
same
no
more
You
got
rats
doin'
interviews,
you
got
everybody
stickin'
together
who
doin'
the
wrong
shit,
bro
We
real
stand
up
niggas
Like,
when
was
it
ever
cool
to
backdoor
somebody
you
love?
When
it
was
ever
cool
to
set
somebody
up
who
you
love?
Like,
this,
this,
this
the
new
streets,
like,
I
don't
wanna
be
a
part
of
that
shit
I
wanna
be
a
part
of
the,
of
the
generational
wealth
part
Where
it's
still
leadership
around,
when
it's
still
organized,
like
That's
why
I
don't
never
respond
to
shit
I'll
never
get
on
no
interview
and
talk
about
nothin'
Whoever
say
somethin'
about
me,
go
on
'head
I
never
responded
to
no
nigga
in
years,
but
guess
what?
I
never
been
bitched,
I
never
been
slapped,
I
never
been
robbed,
none
of
that
shit
So
have
fun,
but
all
real
niggas
fuck
with
me
and
they
know
what's
up
with
me
(Wow-wow,
wow-wow)
I
be
prayin'
for
the
street,
nigga
(Wow-wow,
wow-wow)
I
be
prayin'
for
the
street,
nigga
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