Back in the Day - Termanology

I’ll rip your heart out

Try to put a hand on my squad

I’m in the Lord’s house trying to put an end to my sins

And I be more 'bout, trying to take advantage of ours

You going raw in the whorehouse, you never can win

When I see the safe at the crib, I just want to fill it up

Never let my feelings decide on what’s real enough

So who’s killing stuff?

Since the radio is lovey dove

Y’all rapping for the club but can’t fill 'em up

Huh

Conscious decision on your lifestyle

'Less you wanna live with no heat and with your lights out

Shit, y’all better off 9 to 5ing it

I’ve been rhyming since '95 and I survived in it

Somehow

I couldn’t tell you but I followed it

Seen the yellow brick road, decided to travel it

Not arrogant, I’m just confident

So whether or not you acknowledge it I’m gon' body shit

Hey, you was a mack like that back in the day

All a sudden e’rybody got something to say

Acting like you show love but really it’s hate

I’m just trying to get paid so stay out my way

Y’all stay hating

Walking up giving me daps

With fake smiles

Asking what number to dial

Like I’m gonna to give you my number and pick up my phone

To give you a loan

You gotta get that shit on your own

Till you travel where I travel

Struggle how I struggle

Hustle how I hustle

I ain’t giving you shit

I done sacrificed my whole life for what I write

The blood, sweat, the tears, the crib with no lights

Not to mention the lice, the cockroaches and mice

The type of pain in my stomach for going hungry at night

And the nightmares I endure from being so poor

The bullets fly through my wall and through my window they crawl

And out my window they went with every dollar and cent

My mother hid in the vent that’s why I be getting bent

It’s memories I erase, with liquor with no chase

So fuck up outta my way and fuck up outta my face

I’m gone