Old Days

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