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Lil Durk - Old Days (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Lil Durk: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #LilDurk #OldDays #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: (Uh) You know, I been talkin' to my family on group FaceTime They don't ask me for nothin', they just tell me that they miss me, know what I'm sayin'? I be, I be tellin' 'em it ain't about money, but I'ma send it anyways Know what I'm sayin'? I love y'all [Verse 1] All the times I said granny, that's the passion that it's from Her condition scared me so much, I ain't visit her in months (Uh) Chino visit me more than them and he only visit me just once (Uh) The older rats got out before unc' and they around here like it's nothin' How many n*ggas I used to fuck with told me fuck me over money? Said the block gon' get on his ass, that's why he ain't never make a comment The autopsy of Von body had me coughin' up my vomit I miss the old days, the old ways, my history iconic I was takin' so many pills, I was so high, I really abused it Started sellin' Percs, I turned around and started to use it Took my name off rehab, I replaced my name with Doodie's Had to get a pacemaker, my heart was skippin' deuces Jumpin' over hurdles, Smurk life so exclusive Ain't lied yet about nothin' I wish I could stop the war, I really wanna live in peace I wish I could stop the war, but it's too late for them to speak (Oh) I want the politics in my pocket, I wanna treat the 'Raq like Meek But it's me, I'll do everything to show them I ain't weak I'm the streets, who ever thought I'd make a million off of beats? And it's Smurk now, they can make millions off of me [Chorus] (Wow-wow) (Wow-wow, wow-wow) I be prayin' for the street, n*gga (Wow-wow, wow-wow) I be prayin' for the street, n*gga [Verse 2] Tell Petey that I miss him, can somebody give my number to him? Plus he lost his son, that's my lil' cousin, he got trauma to him (Oh) Crib hot, window up, blackout, thunderstorm Rondo mama know I love her even though I ain't been talkin' to her (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Play with me, get backdoored, he rather let the oppers do it Don't get shot on my block 'cause St. Bernard ain't got no trauma unit (Oh) He was filled with Xans and lean, now he filled with embalmin' fluid (Oh) The killers gotta step in for the peace, can't no rappers do it, I can Shout out to who locked up who was locked in (Oh) Where them bloggers at that said Smurkio not top ten? (Woah, woah, woah) I beat my case in 2014, they let the cops in You can't find no peace today, go walk inside a masjid (Oh) [Interlude] Now you got real street n*ggas that want motherfuckers in jail So we into it with the opps, which is the police The police, which is the—, it's like, come on, bro, like the streets over with N*ggas gotta understand that shit, man, it's nothin' left out here, bro Like, you just gotta protect yourself, protect your family, who you love You can't be around all this shit, this shit ain't the same no more You got rats doin' interviews, you got everybody stickin' together who doin' the wrong shit, bro We real stand up n*ggas Like, when was it ever cool to backdoor somebody you love? When it was ever cool to set somebody up who you love? Like, this, this, this the new streets, like, I don't wanna be a part of that shit I wanna be a part of the, of the generational wealth part Where it's still leadership around, when it's still organized, like That's why I don't never respond to shit I'll never get on no interview and talk about nothin' Whoever say somethin' about me, go on 'head I never responded to no n*gga in years, but guess what? I never been bitched, I never been slapped, I never been robbed, none of that shit So have fun, but all real n*ggas fuck with me and they know what's up with me [Chorus] (Wow-wow, wow-wow) I be prayin' for the street, n*gga (Wow-wow, wow-wow) I be prayin' for the street, n*gga
