Way Back in the Days

I was raised

They hit you, hit em back

But that was way back in the days

I thought I was Snoop

I used to rock my shit in braids

Took a page from Boosie when I switched it to a fade

Lied in most my music

A gangster what I portrayed

That was a phase

The rest of that shit was real

The precious age of four

That's when I started copping feels

Sex crazed

But that was when I was li'l

Might've took some from the songs

I know I got some from the films

He did you wrong

So you want retribution still

You walk up on your enemy

You up the strap and shoot to kill

**** lack accountability

And conflict resolution skills

He killed your brother

So it ain't no restitution (kill)

And the origin why y'all killing each other

Cuz your OG's OG caught your enemy's OG'S OG

With his baby mother

And bloodshed means war

Ain't no talking it out

They walking you out in a casket

Or they walking you out of that courtroom door

To a cell

You think your main bitch supposed to hold you down

You think your big dog supposed to throw you pounds

(Clown)

And now your babies lead astray

But that's the consequences of your wicked ways

But that's the way you was raised

I was raised

They hit you, hit em back

But that was way back in the days

I thought I was Snoop

I used to rock my shit in braids

Took a page from Boosie when I switched it to a fade

Lied in most my music

A gangster what I portrayed

That was a phase

The rest of that shit was real

The precious age of four

That's when I started copping feels

Sex crazed

But that was when I was li'l

Might've took some from the songs

I know I got some from the films

All a **** life

All I ever wanted to do was to make it right

But shit ain't right

So now I'm out here on the grind

Purchased a chrome nine

I'm out here handling mine

Down to murder my own kind

But that ain't how I was raised

I was brought up to praise

Praising ain't get me paid

So I went out and bought a gauge

I bought a AK-74 (I bought a)

A AK-47 (And if a )

Bitch **** want war (I oughta)

Off his fucking melon

Bullets dumping, I'm bailing

Ducking, fuck it I'm yelling

A-R-T

AR15 bullets bust at your cerebellum

So what the fuck can you tell him

Ducking, fuck it I'm yelling

A-R-T

AR15 bullets bust at your cerebellum

So bullets dumping, I'm bailing

Ducking, fuck it I'm yelling

A-R-T

AR15 bullets bust at your cerebellum

So what the fuck can you tell him

Ducking, fuck it I'm yelling

A-R-T

AR15 bullets bust at your cerebellum