Lyrics For Oldtimes Sake - Dag Savage, Johaz, Exile

For Oldtimes Sake

From the walls of juvenile hall to Hawthorn elementary
Thoughts of my past are like photographic memories
Rocking talent shows, busting flows at assemblies
And now that I’m grown you can still feel the energy
Ah!
It’s been a long time coming
Steady chasing mines, I spent a long time running
These fake rap niggas spend a long time fronting
But their girl’s on my dick, she spend a long time sucking
But uh, sometimes we jumped niggas, sometimes we got jumped
Sometimes we punked niggas, sometimes we got punked
I was with Tory when a nigga hit his first blunt
In 8th grade when a nigga had his first fuck
Ah!
Kicked out of class just from speaking out
But they ain’t know that my grandmom was drinking now
And they ain’t know that my uncle Charles was tweaking now
Or how my real pops used to put the beatings out
I wonder if he thought it was effective
At 4 years old, the first time I was molested
13 years old, the first time I was arrested
Just tried to see the world from my dad sad perspective
And I ain’t tryna make you feel no pity
Loved worldwide but hated on in my city
And you ain’t gotta like me but I guarantee you’ll feel me
Still begging for the Lord to forgive me
This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life
Injured, but off of pain no worries, no strife, strife
Just look at my brain (For old times sake)
Look at my pain (For old times sake)
This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life
Cruise in the left lane, switch to the right, right
Just look at my brain
(Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal
My life flash like big bills cash)
Yeah, now walk into my world as I spit it
Close your eyes and imagine all the verses that’s vivid
Feel the pain in my heart, that’s the merge of my spirit
Born black on this earth but you curse on the envy you see
We all want a piece of that luxury
Cause 40 and mule ain’t gonna make us live comfortably
Still having nightmares of my aunt’s friend touching me
That’s I probably be cold to every woman that’s loving me
I still did things the G way
Imagine being the only negro nino out in TJ
9 years old, fighting niggas that was quince
Crazy in the head nigga, I don’t give a pinche
Now that Exile is my DJ, a lot of expectations
A lot of naysayers, man, a lot of niggas hating
A lot of rap cats running up for confrontations
Dropped a couple vinyls, now the whole world’s waiting
Just tryna keep my baby moms cool
I pay child support but shit, you need a job, too
And I ain’t got no time to sit around and argue
Keep your faith in me, I’ll show you how the god do
And I ain’t tryna make you feel no pity
Loved worldwide but hated on in my city
And you ain’t gotta like me but I guarantee you’ll feel me
Still begging for the Lord to forgive me
This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life
Ain’t tripping off of pain no worries, no strife, strife
Just look in my brain (For old times sake)
Look at my pain (For old times sake)
This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life
Cruise in the left lane, switch to the right, right
Just look at my brain
(Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal
My life flash like big bills of cash)