K Young - Back In The Days lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Rock (K-Young)] Yeah, just thinking back, (mmmmmm) Just thinking, yeah Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But could somebody tell me, where did them days go? (Back in the days, back in the) Tell me, where did them days go? (Back in the days, Back in the days) [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Smoking on a blunt and I'm reminiscing When I was just a young n***a with dreams and big wishes Just a little guppy, swimming with big fishes I was like seven, my favorite channel eleven Couldn't wait to see them Simpsons, a cartoon fanatic My parents on d**, who didn't have habits? But ain't nobody perfect on this earth surface You live then you die, that's life's purpose But I miss them good times, been through the worsest But I gotta thank God for blessing us I ain't never had nothing, first day of school My excuse, my momma waiting for a check to come And I ain't had no gear, but I ain't shed one tear Because my momma never raised a punk, yeah But through the midst of it all I miss them old days Granny cooking gumbo, my daddy bumping his ol-days [Hook: K-Young, (Jay Rock)] Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But can somebody tell me (where did them days go) Where did they go? Where did they? (Tell me, where did them days go?) Where did they go? (Tell me, where did them days go?) Where did they go? Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But can somebody tell me (where did them days go) Where did they go? Where did they? (Tell me, where did them days go?) Where did they go? (Tell me, where did them days go?) Where did they go? [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Big head little n***a, running with my click On the train tracks, throwing rocks and sh** Flipping on pissy mattresses, in the back of the jam Big homie's trafficking, who didn't have to sin? To put some food on the table to feed they family Cause being broke is no joke, it brings insanity How I know? I seen it everyday Smoke is up and down the block, tripping, gone off the yay Crack pipes, bullet shells, in the sand where we play Dead body in the street, seen it every other day Sittin' in the house, now I'm watching the box Wrote my first rap, man I thought I was Pac Back in 9-4, when the bricks was live Some hoods was at peace, some hoods broke ties But through the midst of it all I miss them old days Granny cooking gumbo, my daddy bumping his ol-days [Hook] [Verse 3: K-Young] I was a little young buck soaking up the game Wondering how the f** I'm gonna make it, out here, no-o-o I could be like the n***as I grew up with On the block serving crack rocks, all that sh**, but noooo, no not me And even though I got real k**as that live on yo street I don't be sounding the alarm when I got beef I got me (Cause if it's going down muthaf**a) I got me And this is for my momma Made a n***a strong, "Go hard when there's drama," My aunties and all my cousins Relatives, all my loved ones this is for you! [Hook]