Back in the Day by Graphene Lyrics
Back in the day when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
Nah for real though
Look
[verse]
Back in the day when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
Watching the wood and sleeping on floors
I would dream of owning stores when a nigga was bored
Writing these rhymes
Winning awards
Shit that’s back when we
Fiened for green just like we Draymond
Dynasty mode shit
I was nick saban
No memory card back when we was playon
Cut the tv off then leave the game on
Yeaa a shy kid
Never running my mouth
Kept it inside never letting it out
Like I pressed Y on the game I had to change up the route
Bigger bag I want it all even the fame and the clout
Cuz nigga I been without
So many days couldn’t keep up the count
Learned to be strong and to see through the doubt
They projecting on a nigga
They be needing a mount
Trynna be the biggest out I need a bigger amount
Of respect and recognition from my brothers and my sisters it’s wild
I’m often exiled as the middle child
In a family where attention cost as much as the house
And they give they’re two cents and tell you figure it out
Leave you salty as gout
In a land where they see you as trout
Deep in that water it’s swim or you drown
If you make it to the surface whole hood would be proud
A nigga trynna buy some space that’s why my head in the clouds
It got me singing it loud
Yea it got me singing it loud
It got me singing like
Like back in the day when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
Watching the wood and sleeping on floors
I would dream of owning stores when a nigga was bored
Writing these rhymes
And winning awards
[verse too]
Back in the day when I just a little niggaro
We tried to spread our wings but Nana kept us pigeon-holed
Had us picking weeds way before a nigga got to blow
Graduated to lawnmowers way before honor roll
And now a nigga miss when we was kids
Reminiscing on all of the shit that we had did
Before a nigga had a fuck to give
Would play a spade to protect my heart I would renege
And I was foolish
But that's the type shit that made me strong like the goulash
That nana used to make
And Now I can say
I done turned pain into passion this shit fun like the game she used to take
For not cleaning up all them rules we used to break
Sunday mornings for all the sleep we used to fake
Go to church late I wasn’t trynna be a saint
Was dreaming of ballin so all our problems get erased
Or float away
But they don’t ever go away
It’s hard to rise cuz it’s always more dough to make
I provide the heat we chasing bread just to throwaway
And yea this a throwaway
For every nigga sleeping this should give they floor a shake
And when I turn past tense I pray the Lord my soul to take
(Back in the day)
For every nigga sleeping this should give they floor a shake
And when I turn past tense I pray the Lord my soul to take
Remember Nana taught us that
See Nana we was listening
(Back in the day)
Ah let the beat run
Nah for real though
Look
[verse]
Back in the day when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
Watching the wood and sleeping on floors
I would dream of owning stores when a nigga was bored
Writing these rhymes
Winning awards
Shit that’s back when we
Fiened for green just like we Draymond
Dynasty mode shit
I was nick saban
No memory card back when we was playon
Cut the tv off then leave the game on
Yeaa a shy kid
Never running my mouth
Kept it inside never letting it out
Like I pressed Y on the game I had to change up the route
Bigger bag I want it all even the fame and the clout
Cuz nigga I been without
So many days couldn’t keep up the count
Learned to be strong and to see through the doubt
They projecting on a nigga
They be needing a mount
Trynna be the biggest out I need a bigger amount
Of respect and recognition from my brothers and my sisters it’s wild
I’m often exiled as the middle child
In a family where attention cost as much as the house
And they give they’re two cents and tell you figure it out
Leave you salty as gout
In a land where they see you as trout
Deep in that water it’s swim or you drown
If you make it to the surface whole hood would be proud
A nigga trynna buy some space that’s why my head in the clouds
It got me singing it loud
Yea it got me singing it loud
It got me singing like
Like back in the day when I was young I’m not a kid anymore
Watching the wood and sleeping on floors
I would dream of owning stores when a nigga was bored
Writing these rhymes
And winning awards
[verse too]
Back in the day when I just a little niggaro
We tried to spread our wings but Nana kept us pigeon-holed
Had us picking weeds way before a nigga got to blow
Graduated to lawnmowers way before honor roll
And now a nigga miss when we was kids
Reminiscing on all of the shit that we had did
Before a nigga had a fuck to give
Would play a spade to protect my heart I would renege
And I was foolish
But that's the type shit that made me strong like the goulash
That nana used to make
And Now I can say
I done turned pain into passion this shit fun like the game she used to take
For not cleaning up all them rules we used to break
Sunday mornings for all the sleep we used to fake
Go to church late I wasn’t trynna be a saint
Was dreaming of ballin so all our problems get erased
Or float away
But they don’t ever go away
It’s hard to rise cuz it’s always more dough to make
I provide the heat we chasing bread just to throwaway
And yea this a throwaway
For every nigga sleeping this should give they floor a shake
And when I turn past tense I pray the Lord my soul to take
(Back in the day)
For every nigga sleeping this should give they floor a shake
And when I turn past tense I pray the Lord my soul to take
Remember Nana taught us that
See Nana we was listening
(Back in the day)
Ah let the beat run