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