For Oldtimes Sake - Dag Savage, Johaz, Exile

From the walls of juvenile hall to Hawthorn elementary

Thoughts of my past are like photographic memories

Rocking talent shows, busting flows at assemblies

And now that I’m grown you can still feel the energy

Ah!

It’s been a long time coming

Steady chasing mines, I spent a long time running

These fake rap niggas spend a long time fronting

But their girl’s on my dick, she spend a long time sucking

But uh, sometimes we jumped niggas, sometimes we got jumped

Sometimes we punked niggas, sometimes we got punked

I was with Tory when a nigga hit his first blunt

In 8th grade when a nigga had his first fuck

Ah!

Kicked out of class just from speaking out

But they ain’t know that my grandmom was drinking now

And they ain’t know that my uncle Charles was tweaking now

Or how my real pops used to put the beatings out

I wonder if he thought it was effective

At 4 years old, the first time I was molested

13 years old, the first time I was arrested

Just tried to see the world from my dad sad perspective

And I ain’t tryna make you feel no pity

Loved worldwide but hated on in my city

And you ain’t gotta like me but I guarantee you’ll feel me

Still begging for the Lord to forgive me

This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life

Injured, but off of pain no worries, no strife, strife

Just look at my brain (For old times sake)

Look at my pain (For old times sake)

This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life

Cruise in the left lane, switch to the right, right

Just look at my brain

(Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal

My life flash like big bills cash)

Yeah, now walk into my world as I spit it

Close your eyes and imagine all the verses that’s vivid

Feel the pain in my heart, that’s the merge of my spirit

Born black on this earth but you curse on the envy you see

We all want a piece of that luxury

Cause 40 and mule ain’t gonna make us live comfortably

Still having nightmares of my aunt’s friend touching me

That’s I probably be cold to every woman that’s loving me

I still did things the G way

Imagine being the only negro nino out in TJ

9 years old, fighting niggas that was quince

Crazy in the head nigga, I don’t give a pinche

Now that Exile is my DJ, a lot of expectations

A lot of naysayers, man, a lot of niggas hating

A lot of rap cats running up for confrontations

Dropped a couple vinyls, now the whole world’s waiting

Just tryna keep my baby moms cool

I pay child support but shit, you need a job, too

And I ain’t got no time to sit around and argue

Keep your faith in me, I’ll show you how the god do

And I ain’t tryna make you feel no pity

Loved worldwide but hated on in my city

And you ain’t gotta like me but I guarantee you’ll feel me

Still begging for the Lord to forgive me

This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life

Ain’t tripping off of pain no worries, no strife, strife

Just look in my brain (For old times sake)

Look at my pain (For old times sake)

This ain’t no g-game, this is my life, life

Cruise in the left lane, switch to the right, right

Just look at my brain

(Like a scar real deep, it takes time to heal

My life flash like big bills of cash)