Old Days (Remix) Video (MV)

Me and my siblings we just be talking on the phone man
We tryna figure out what we gon do in this life, and what this future holds for us
And I always make sure to tell em I love em
Because I don't know how much time we got left on the earth
Wake up in the morning, smoke a blunt to start the day
I guess that you can say that's how I numb and ease the pain
Momma said I needed help, Ian have the strength to say
I'm hurt momma I'm trying but they playing in my face
These women say they love me, but I know it's not the case
A lot of people fake support this shit feel like a race
I wanna make a million cash I'm making it my place
A lot of people say I'm nonchalant I value space
Waking up at 12AM because you on your own
Don't know what's going on but I just listen on the phone
These not a lot of people that won't leave you here alone
We all pick and choose our battles but I choose to pick my own
Now I'm 18 and I'm still be thinking dreaming is insane
I know the streets ain't for me, now it's time to change my ways
See I was raised up in a city where it's all to gain
A lot of niggas in the trenches without little faith
The reaper took my friends but as the instrument the hand
I heard the news and started breaking down where do I stand
I swear it had my stomach turning, something I should add
It got me preaching mental health, my nephew lost his dad
Wow wow
Why are we here, I know I got a chance just give me some years
Wow wow
I'm seeing the tears, why people gotta die every time I'm here
8 times I saw them heaven gates, how am I still alive
I swear that really be sum shit that boost a nigga pride
Don't ever touch those drugs it ain't a good time
You better watch yo homie or it's goodnight
Signed into the rehab for the 30s I's abusing
Just popped a 60 now I'm walking round here clueless
My heart beating so fast that I think it's skipping duces
Might need to pace the way I'm making all this music
My family know that I'ma shake sum, I stand on it
Like f*ck the games, we all bout business charge a grand for it
I know they tried to feel the lyrics on my last chorus
You see my soul been crying out, won't bet my last for it
Man ain't none of this shit organized no more
Niggas out here just dissin whoever for whatever bro
Ain't nothing going on with these street niggas
I miss the old streets
The old streets where you had a OG that would watch over y'all
And make sure y'all doing things right, you know
But now it's just about the media, it ain't bout the streets
And I realized that I didn't wanna be a part of that
So I'm sticking to this music and whatever I'm doing
And I gotta keep this money on my mind