Old Days Lyrics

Can't many bitch out by myself, I pray and meditate Can't many bitch out by myself, I pray and meditate

Been on the road all day, ayy I ain't tryna sit on the road all day

Feel like I still see my old ways, ayy Feel like I still see my old ways

Look, feel like I still see my old ways Them times were hard, ain't tryna think about them all day

Went to the yard, back to my cell, make sure my bag straight

Can't many bitch out by myself, I pray and meditate

Used to fuck them hoes locked in that cell, waitin' on Jack Payne

Shout-out to them studs, they makin' hunks, stuck in the head and gaze

Shout-out to my plug, I hit them up, I fuck with head and waist

Boosted my pound, I'm outta the way I lock my mind, feel my feelings start to fade away

They hate, I beat that cake See you later, I'm Apple Chain

Who wanna do with me? I heard they wanna turn my brain

They better leave me alone, before I go ride on

Been a minute since I heard a bang, gon' put that fire on

Right now I'm in the booth, feelin' loose, I'm out that juice

He with him, get him too, young and back on 22

Wanna see me take it down, I'm dyin' behind the deuce

Keep it true, I'm stuck in bed, all up in that zoo

Free Louisa, I got niggas who need me, I speak the truth

I got Xans, we got niggas fiend, I'm poppin' probably two

He got Benz, set that nigga up, got 10 on the move

From the bottom to the top, I don't know what we got to lose

We all we got, we don't lie, turn Stacky to the roof

Know them niggas just tryna plot, I had them shots, I feel the coup

Tell that bitch I didn't want that top, I just came out, I'm in that mood

Look, feel like it's still, see my old ways

Them times were hard, ain't tryna think about them all day

Went to the yard, back to my cell, make sure my bag straight

Can't meet this bitch out by myself, I pray I'm ready to take

This one for the ones locked in that cell, waitin' on Jack Pay

Shoutout to them studs, they make it hard, I'm stuck in the head and gaze

Shoutout to my plug, I hit him up, I fuck with head and waist

Boost in my pound, I'm outta the way

I lock my mind, feel my feelings start to fade away

They head off, eat their cake

See you later, I'm out the chain

Who wanna do it, mate

I heard they wanna tear my frame

They better leave me alone

Before I go ride on

Been meanin' since I heard it, babe

Don't put that phone on

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

Young and goin' pretty, boy

Yeah, yeah