Old Days Lyrics – Lil Durk
[Intro]
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
[1st Verse]
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
Chino visit me more than them
And he only visit me just once
The older rats got out before Unc’
And they around here like it’s nothin’
How many n!ggas I used to f*ck with
Told me f*ck me over money?
Said the block gon’ get on his a$$
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 ’bout 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
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 would’ve thought I’d make a million off of beats?
And It’s Smurk now, they can make millions off of me
[Chorus]
I be prayin’ for the street, n!gga
I be prayin’ for the street, n!gga
[2nd Verse]
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
Crib hot, window up, blackout, thunderstorm
Rondo mama know I love her
Even though I ain’t been talkin’ to her
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
He was filled with Xans and lean, now he filled with embalmin’ fluid
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
Where them bloggers at that said Smurkio not top ten?
I beat my case in 2014, they let the cops in
You can’t find no peace today, go walk inside a masjid
[Interlude]
Now you got real street n!ggas that want motherf*ckers 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 sh!t, 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 sh!t
This sh!t ain’t the same no more
You got rats doin’ interviews
You got everybody stickin’ together
Who doin’ the wrong sh!t, 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 sh!t
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 sh!t
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 b!tched, I never been slapped
I never been robbed, none of that sh!t
So have fun, but all real n!ggas f*ck with me
And they know what’s up with me
[Chorus]
I be prayin’ for the street, n!gga
I be prayin’ for the street, n!gga
