Old Days Lyrics – Lil Durk
You know I been talkin’ to my family
On group FaceTime, they don’t ask me for nothin’
They just tell me they miss me, you know what I’m sayin’
I be, I be tellin’ ’em it ain’t bout money
But I’ma send it anyways you know what I’m sayin’
I love y’all
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
The older rats got out before Unc and they around here like it’s nothin’
How many niggas 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 ’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 (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 would’ve thought I’d make a million off of beats
And It’s Smurk now, they can make millions off of me
(Wow-wow)
I be prayin’ for the streets, nigga (Wow-wow, wow-wow)
I be prayin’ for the streets, nigga
Tell [?] 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, black out, thunder storm
Rondo momma know I love her even though I ain’t been talking to her (Yeah-yeah)
Play wit me get backdoored he’d rather let the oppas do it
Don’t get shot on my block or St. Bernard, it ain’t got no trauma unit (Woah)
He was filled with xans and lean, now he filled with embalming fluid
The killas gotta step in for the peace, can’t no rappers do it
I can
Shoutout to who locked up who was locked in (Oh)
Where them bloggers at that said Smurkio not top ten? (Wow, wow-wow)
I beat my case in 2014, they let the cops in
You can’t find no peace today go walk inside of [?]
Now you got real street niggas that want motherfuckers in jail
So you 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
Niggas gotta understand that shit man
Its 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 niggas
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 apart of that shit
I wanna be apart of the generational wealth part
Where its still leadership around where its still organized, like
That’s why I don’t never respond to shit
I never get on no interview and talk about nothin’
You ever say something about me? Go ahead
I never responded to no nigga in years, but guess what?
I never been bitched, I never been slapped, I never been robbed, none of that shit
Have fun, but all real niggas fuck with me and they know what’s up with me
(Wow-wow, wow-wow)
I be prayin’ for the streets, nigga (Wow-wow, wow-wow)
I be prayin’ for the streets, nigga