Old Days Freestyle

Ah
Son son
I said

They trynna take my soul away, but I can't go like that
I kinda miss the old days, but I can't go right back
These diamonds and these gold chains could never hold me back
'Cause Ima grind the whole day that's back to back like Kobe, Shaq
They trynna take my soul away, but I can't go like that
I kinda miss the old days, but I can't go right back
These diamonds and these gold chains could never hold me back
'Cause Ima grind the whole day that's 24 like Kobe back

Toxic
Hold on
Be water my friend I'm coming out of this faucet
Spitting off top and off topic
I've come to the synopsis
That life is a puzzle and I can not fit
Never trade your prophecy for profit
Never waiver, never thank a cop for being honest
I never pay and never play the opps for being proper
I never say, and never thank a nigga being modest, never

Hold on, and that was really off top too

I miss the old days when being cool was cool again
I'm cooling wit my hooligans we see the boys in blue and then
We split like a atom, stuck like some glue
And I been distant with my niggas but there's few that I won't do for them
Weight on my shoulders
I'm clutching my fist and it's feeling like boulders
Grippin' the wheel
There's snow in The Den and that shit be the coldest
Look at my skin
In the window a thug, in the mirror a soldier

They trynna take my soul away, but I can't go like that
I kinda miss the old days, but I can't go right back
These diamonds and these gold chains could never hold me back
'Cause Ima grind the whole day that's back to back like Kobe, Shaq
They trynna take my soul away, but I can't go like that
I kinda miss the old days, but I can't go right back
These diamonds and these gold chains could never hold me back
'Cause Ima grind the whole day that's 24 like Kobe back



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Writer(s): Ty Summers
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