Back in the Days

[Chorus]

See, back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs

More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade

But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow

Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know?

[Verse 1]

And I'm thinkin' 'bout when 'round the time I was ten  and way before the pen

The worst thing I ever remember seeing was a boy get his whole head bashed in

But now they gettin' blown off

Whole chest torn off, whole block roped off

Two clips in his house for fuckin' round

Runnin' off at his damn mouth

Yep, back in the days, it wasn't 'bout fame and it wasn't 'bout a name

Plus, it wasn't no thang, to kill a nigga and do the rest of ya life in the chain gang

But shit done changed and I know it seem strange, but I'ma maintain

So I'ma stack my flow and say "Fuck you hoes", stay the fuck out the chain gang

[Chorus]

Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs

More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade

But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow

Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know?

Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs

More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade

But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow

Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know?

[Verse 2]

Some hoes no shame, other hoes play games, see, they'll fuck ya for the fame

And when the heat is on and they can't hang, they'll give them crackers yo' name

They'll say it under oath and swear to tell the truth, run down, what ya do?

How ya clown with ya crew along with that a list of shit like who fuckin' who?

Tell all about ya spots where ya threw away the Glock for every bitch that ya shot

Every key that ya caught and every car that ya drop, the ninety-seven drop tops

And them Carolina trips

And every gram ya done flip, time and date when ya dip

Every deal you done dealt

And every crib you done built with no muthafuckin' guilt

Back in the days, it wasn't none a this, ya couldn't pay a bitch to snitch

It just goes to show that, fuck niggas and slimy hoes make the world flip the script

[Interlude]

Back in the days (In the day), it wasn't no AKs

More afros than braids

But not no mo', let it lock and grow

Wasn't no—, nigga, you don't know?

[Verse 3]

See, back in the days, all pimps got paid and all hoes got slayed

A lotta money got saved and every playa had it made in Dade

We was slaves before then, boys was made before then

Way before them, raisin' poor men with no choice way before then

But now shit done changed, a million nigga done came, ya done took our name

We done peeped y'all game, ya overlooked our pain

Man and we ain't tryin' to be friends, you wasn't tryin' back then, had a problem with my skin

Got together with ya klan and send a young poor black man straight to the pen

Ya had beef with the blacks, but now them blacks got the gats

So if a cracker talk slick his ass gon' get whacked and you can bet that

See, nigga, back in the days, I was young and afraid

So dumb in a way, I was trapped in a maze, locked up in a cage, so hey

[Chorus]

Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs

More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade

But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow

Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know?

Back in the days, it wasn't no AIDS, it wasn't no AKs

More afros than braids, wasn't nuttin' for a boy to get a straight fade

But not no mo', niggas done twist up the fro, let it lock and grow

Quick to go to gunplay 'bout that flow, nigga, you don't know?