Back in the Day

[Movie Intro]
“Fuck. They’ll have my goddamn head again for driving like this
Carla, Candy, Candy, you got to help me”
“What can I do?”
“Take this. Take this. Hold this.”
“What am I, high? No.”
“Fucking put this in your purse”
“I’m not gonna put that shit in my purse.”
“He’s not gonna search you. You didn’t do anything, now just put it in your bra.”
“Please, just please. He’s almost here. Just fucking put it in your pants. Just put it in your pants.”
“No.”
“You are the one that wanted to drive fast.”
“Read my lips. No.”
“[?] fucking whore”
“Who the fuck do think that. Hahahahahahaha.”

[Intro: Dark Lo]
(Yeah)
American Made
(Lo, shoot the fuck nigga in his head, man)
American Made
(Pull off, cracking a fucking [?])
American Made
Amer-

[Verse 1]
Diamond in the dirt, I still will feed the ditch
This is back in the day, you still will be a bitch
Hand across your mouth, I think they’re reading lips
Real shit, no waist but she got ass and hips
You into her, I’ll introduce ya
Cops see me and saluted me
She texted me back like “Uber me”
It’s a good day, I’m moving fluently
I'm trying to school you, but you’re truancy, you’re first degree
When I was down, it made me stronger like Hercules
’02 keep the [?] in their Mercuries
I just sold 200 bundles, I’m about to leave
On Darien, me and K smoked a little seed

[Interlude]
Yo rest in peace, KE
Rest in peace, Lil [?]
Rest in peace, Lil Joey, man
Rest in peace, Lil [?]
Free [?]
OBH, nigga
Northside
Blah blaow

[Verse 2]
If this is back in the day, I’ll broad day you
Catch a body for your kin and he ain’t paid you
Catch a body for your kin and he ain’t made you
Plug pitched it to me, I was Babe Ruth
She on standby for me, that’s your baby boo?
She said, “fuck that nigga, Lo, you know I’m coming with you”
You know you keep them shooters with you, Lo, they’re gunning for you
Yeah, but I don’t use them though, I bust my shit too
If this was back in the days, I would spit on you
Give a nigga a fade, then I’ll spin on you
You ever had a model approach you, did she hit on you?
She want to rub on my beard just to feel on you
You niggas ain’t my type, I don’t deal with you
I’m Lego to your puzzle, I don’t build with you
He’s ahead of his days
Shoot him in his face, he’s American made

[Hook]
Since a youngin’, I kept tools
Walked around with clips longer than interviews
Any nigga rap beef, then I’ll injure you
If Lo give me one call, then I’m bending you

[Outro]
Damn!