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Those days were grimy Ft Atheist-Christ
- 0:01 hook
- Back in the day?, those days were grimy. that life is now behind me,
- it defined me yet seemed like a dark cloud liked to ride me,
- My days seems longer, that money? ....it blind me!
- the struggle made me stronger, bringing out that inner thug from inside me.
- 0:19 verse: StormTheArsonist
- That life kept me puzzled, how easy it was to flip and double
- profit, while a lot gets crazy where even enemies trust you
- I was barely in trouble, and yet I'm pushing away from the hustle
- let's just say i know when to flex and know when to show off muscle
- those days were humble, and Ill say within ways one learns off the struggle!
- paid attention to the mumbles, the gossip, as i played the numbers
- learning about pinches and raids in summer, saw who got paid
- and wondered, why some were afraid while others were dumber
- focusing on the customer and who came to aid in the hummer
- from who was in charge, to pin pointing down all of their runners
- to where the stash is and figuring out how many were real gunners
- getting caught up in the mist, getting caught up in cross fire
- getting caught up in the mix, taking that risk to get rich and retire
- holding on to dreams with a loose grip when they should be holding tighter
- I'm just a writer, but I'm seeing visions of a fallen empire
- with sloppy transactions, broad daylight with lots people watching what happens
- all in the spot light making themselves the main attraction, having
- a blast laughing, unaware of the jakes passing or sirens flashing
- not knowing it takes seconds for their whole life to come down crashing
- their to busy showing off, advertising for the feds like it ain't gonna happen
- to comfortable, acting like loose cannon's until they lose balance
- It's a fool's challenge, that's how fools vanish
- while their unused talents are all shatter into fragments
- feeling abandoned. left dead smoked, like cannabis or carried in a ambulance
- 1:58 Hook:
- Those days were grimy.... that life is now behind me,
- it defined me yet seemed like a dark cloud liked to ride me,
- My days seems longer, that money? ....it blind me!
- the struggle made me stronger, bringing out that inner thug from inside me.
- 1:58 Atheist Christ verse
- This is nineteen ninety grimy shit is gritty never shiny.
- Life’s a bitch she sits conniving. Deathbed company beside me,
- and all the faces staying smiling needles in all four of ya peoples like IVs.
- Kitchens smelling sickening like try these cat piss conglomerate so inviting!
- some of y’all can’t see the forest for the high trees. Some of y’all just tourists tryna sight see.
- More and more that shit is likely Im going Yogi for ya Bologna…
- I’m picking up snatching ya “picanic” basket mother fucker fight me!
- Don’t fuck with a grizzly Smokey toking the whole fucking forest crispy!
- Keeps it gritty with the cock backed .50 smithy
- Green the only thing twisting really and our eyes stay shifty searing.
- Grimy 90’s shit pink hoes and Jnkos you fuckers get me?
- All that sorted shits behind me but don’t make me turn this fucking car around.
- I’ll jump and cart you out like I’m your fucking father now.
- I’ll burn it lit to ground like Sherman in the pounds.
- Don’t be worthless to your town do a service wear that crown!
- I played that poor shit days wishing mama made an abortion.
- No more kid everybody supported atlas stay comforted.
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