The Old Days - Lil B

Sitting here chillin'

Reminiscing on these… beautiful times in the past

While i’m sitting on this beach

They call it the old days

Man the old days, I would sleep on mattress

I would smell piss on the floor, two or three

Young bloods, no gang, this is not a game

That would get on your head, this is not Rogaine

Park the bike on the corner, treat it like it’s a bus

Used to steal a few things, most likely it’s us

Used to fall off my bike, it would bruise me and cut

Had a few real friends, but we lost contact

It would be a real team, like we had a contract

We would ride the bus late, sipping on cognac

I didn’t need a backpack, cause I was never in school

Treat rules like windows, I was breaking the rules

Fifteen and sixteen, I was making the news

Feel good in the hood when they know you the dude

O.G.'s said, «man, this is the thing you would need»

Won’t buy dope from a dealer who was cussing for free

Man, I had love for brothers that was watching for me

Wouldn’t let me see the white when they was chopping the ki’s

Wouldn’t let me see the smoke when they was shooting with fiends

Man, I pray when I found god was handing me dreams

You would see in the sky, but they really on earth

Teen center, sports center, playing off in the dirt

Real niggas, fake niggas, even when we was young

If you was solid when you young, you as real as they come

Lil Boss

You feel me?

Real niggas, fake niggas, even when we was young

If you solid man, know you as real as they come

Lil Boss

These my dreams

Shit, old school dreams

This my dreams

Old school dreams

This my dreams

Yeah, shit, old school dreams

You know, it’s your boy Lil Boss, man

Still fucking with the old school one hundred percent, man

Sitting at this beach, recording on the beach, you feel me?

Word of advice man:

If you real when you young, you gon' remain real, when you grow

Check me

Real niggas, fake niggas, even when we was young

If you solid when you young, you as real as they come

Lil Boss