Younger Days

In my younger days just a little dgk
Kick pushing, speakers bumping eazy-e and wu tang
In my younger days I was feeling like the man
Posted at the skate park with my family and my friends

In my younger days just a little dgk
Kick pushing, speakers bumping eazy-e and wu tang
In my younger days I was feeling like the man
Posted at the skate park with my family and my friends

In my younger days yet im only 24
I was riding 'round in Houston. Watch em swang on 24's (uh)
Only 4 wheels and a single strip of griptape
With the homies throwing hands at bullies tryna whip shape
Even younger days little mookie with his cousin
Hopping fences, bending benches, only dip when 12 is coming
Back in them days we used to sport a sag
Popping ollies over bulletshells and nicklebags
My oldest cousin always tried his best to keep us out of trouble
In his whip, 8 deep, you could never find a buckle (uh)
Little me steady feeling like the man
Many years before the weed or the liquid vicodin
Back when granny only copped the popeyes on tuesdays
Back when butter sugar toast was a brand new thang
Times are simple when you're feeling growing pains
And now they all got some kids and I'm only older mane

In my younger days just a little dgk
Kick pushing, speakers bumping eazy-e and wu tang
In my younger days I was feeling like the man
Posted at the skate park with my family and my friends

In my younger days just a little dgk
Kick pushing, speakers bumping eazy-e and wu tang
In my younger days I was feeling like the man
Posted at the skate park with my family and my friends

A couple years later I was coming down to Houston
Never seen people whipping trunks popped and subs boomin'
Couldn't find a scene of skater kids
Met some kids 'round the block so I'd hang with them
Never lonely, one them kids had a hustler older brother
We was chilling at his crib but we had to duck and cover
I would skate by myself to escape through the years
Now everybodies rocking obey over here
Tryna' make myself a name in this clutch city
I was spitting freestyles like a social subsidy
One session, gained the love of a couple older homies
Knew I was a crash dummy but I never felt lonely
Youngin' steady running through some boo thangs
Every weekend making cash blasting shake with butane
Like a crusade I was running through these substances
Had to kick it all when I couldn't tell what month it is
Crossfaded I would crossfade into making music
Never thought i'd make a hit, shouts out to boy cupid
Years later, making beats, kick pushing on some griptape
Got some fans and haters, ask the latter how my dick tastes

In my younger days just a little dgk
Kick pushing, speakers bumping eazy-e and wu tang
In my younger days I was feeling like the man
Posted at the skate park with my family and my friends

In my younger days just a little dgk
Kick pushing, speakers bumping eazy-e and wu tang
In my younger days I was feeling like the man
Posted at the skate park with my family and my friends