Those days were grimy Ft Atheist...

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.