Back In The Days

Back in the days

It wasn't no AIDS

It wasn't no AK's

More Afros than braids

Wasn't nothin' for a boy to get a straight fade

But not no mo

Niggers done twist up the fro

Let it lock and grow

Quick to go to gun play bout that fro

N****r you don't know

And I'm thinkin' bout when

Round the time I was ten

And way before the pen

The worst thing I ever remember seeing

Was a boy get his whole head bashed in

But now they gettin' blown off

Whole chest torn off

Whole block roped off

Two clips in his house for f**kin round

Runnin off at his d**n mouth

Yep back in the days it wadn't bout fame

And it wouldn't bout a name

Plus it wouldn't no thang

To k**l a n****r and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang

But na sht done changed

And I know it seem strange

But I'm a maintain

So I'm a stack my flow and say f**k you h*es

Stay the f**k out the chain gang

Some h*es no shame

Other h*es play games

See they'll f**k ya for the fame

And when the heat is on and they can't hang

They'll give them crackers yo name

They'll say it under oath

And swear to tell the truth

Run down what ya do

How ya clown wit ya crew

Along with that a list of sht like who f**ked in who house

Tell a ho about ya spot

Where ya threw away the glock

But every b**ch that ya shot

Every key that ya caught

And every car that ya drop

The ninety-seven drop tops

And them Carolina trips

And then they grill you the flip

Time and date when ya dip

Every deal you done dealt

And every crib you done built

With no motherf**kin' guilt

Back in the days

It wouldn't none a this

Ya couldn't pay a b**ch to snitch

It just goes to show that

F**k niggers and slimy h*es make the world flip the script

See back in the days

All pimps got paid

And all h*es got slayed

A lot a money got saved

And every player had it made

In Dade

We was slayed before then

Boys was made before then

Way before them

Raisin poor men

With no choice

Way before them

But na sht done changed

I mean a n****r done came

Ya done took our name

We done peeped y'all game

Ya overlooked our pain

Man and we ain't tryin' to be friends

Ya wouldn't tryin' back then

Had a problem with my skin

Got together with ya clan

And send a young poor black man

Straight to the pen

Ya had beef with the blacks

But na the blacks got the gats

So if a cracker talk slick his a** gon get whacked

And you can bet that

See n****r

Back in the days

I was young and afraid

So dumb in a way

I was trapped in a maze

So hey