Vince Ash - Back n The Dayz testo (lyrics)
[Vince Ash - Back n The Dayz testo lyrics]
I pack my clip up to the top
But still got room to breathe
Cause I’d rather
Die as a man than a bitch on my knees
I was taught to let it sing
Til it’s horse and wheeze
Raised by real G’s so these songs I sing
Scrapes on knees and elbows
From the blocks we rose
Too young to buy a black
But we was strapped wit poles
Shorties tryna get a hold of
What we couldn’t control
Prepared for all problems if
The drama unfolds
Remember late nights under street lights
We came up
Move thief like, just to eat right
Cause we fed up
Duckin all the D’s, pass the weed
Gettin tree’d praying that these schemes get
Us everything we need
Was beating niggas into comas
Laying low at Mrs colemans
If they on it, then we on it
Only took a few components (shit)
I sat back, til they called the plays
But motherfucker this ain't back n the days
From swings in the park, to playin’ wit packs
Momma ain't vision her baby boy to
Live a life like that
At times we had less, we still had more
Of a life with one another
Our foundation secured
Until he left you on your own, our home
A hollow dissolution
Couldn’t even count the number of
Cribs we raided in retribution
Niggas we victimized, pocket checked
Sanitized my brother still seek to find
Redemption in my nephews’ eyes
Searching for hope cause we
Looking for second chances
To make it out of circumstances we
Never had a chance in
Locked behind them walls
Was gone but still here
Was 16 when I finally shed my last tears
And through the years seeing my
Peers disappear before my eyes
Look to God and wonder why we
Here just to live and die
Wishing we could reclaim the days on
Which we used to play
Not realizing what the future laid
Thinking back n the days
But still got room to breathe
Cause I’d rather
Die as a man than a bitch on my knees
I was taught to let it sing
Til it’s horse and wheeze
Raised by real G’s so these songs I sing
Scrapes on knees and elbows
From the blocks we rose
Too young to buy a black
But we was strapped wit poles
Shorties tryna get a hold of
What we couldn’t control
Prepared for all problems if
The drama unfolds
Remember late nights under street lights
We came up
Move thief like, just to eat right
Cause we fed up
Duckin all the D’s, pass the weed
Gettin tree’d praying that these schemes get
Us everything we need
Was beating niggas into comas
Laying low at Mrs colemans
If they on it, then we on it
Only took a few components (shit)
I sat back, til they called the plays
But motherfucker this ain't back n the days
From swings in the park, to playin’ wit packs
Momma ain't vision her baby boy to
Live a life like that
At times we had less, we still had more
Of a life with one another
Our foundation secured
Until he left you on your own, our home
A hollow dissolution
Couldn’t even count the number of
Cribs we raided in retribution
Niggas we victimized, pocket checked
Sanitized my brother still seek to find
Redemption in my nephews’ eyes
Searching for hope cause we
Looking for second chances
To make it out of circumstances we
Never had a chance in
Locked behind them walls
Was gone but still here
Was 16 when I finally shed my last tears
And through the years seeing my
Peers disappear before my eyes
Look to God and wonder why we
Here just to live and die
Wishing we could reclaim the days on
Which we used to play
Not realizing what the future laid
Thinking back n the days