Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
You see sometimes I really miss the School days on
The court making Plays it kept me In a good place
Trading kicks in the hall remember it Like it was yesterday
Run the halls after school tryna stay In shape you See my body a temple
But that's four years ago
We going back to nineth grade
I did a lot so I prayed
Been slowly getting upgrades
See growing up as a jit I was told to Never quit
And stay true to my faith they said You going be great
Tryna stary from the pack it's just a Part of my trait
Stay true to gang
It's never okay to stay in place
I gotta get out my way
Playing game on my phone think I'm In hay day
Switched up like my line Chillin on The metro
Tired of sprinting so I had to let go
Now everything
Peaches and cream
Seeing stars in my dreams
Tryna fix all the seems
Split you up with the beam
I hadda pick a new scheme
You see sometimes I really miss the School days on
The court making Plays it kept me In a good place
Trading kicks in the hall remember It Like it was yesterday
When I moved to Maryland
I thought that Shit was a breeze
Maybe even to seasy
After a week went by
Shit got south I'm all alone
Just wanna go back home
To see the gang and hit a Jay to put Me in a good place
You see that shit was no joke
Ain't have no friends I'm alone
The life in suitland not sweet
It's not meant for the weak
I met some niggas in school
They put me on now shit cool
Just playing ball at that age
Shit got old let's make plays
Kick a door like no way
The blood rush to my feet
Like home alone we two deep
I hadda shut my self out
Then got jumped for the clout
See they question the Hov like it's deal or no deal
Don't fold stay ten ten to me myself and I
About a months goes by I track them down like a spy
One on One they not tuff yea that shit got rough
Damn these niggas a bluff might fuck around N get snuffed
I'm spitting fye in the booth
Now you know I'm the truth
With these bars I'm to fluent
See now they call me a mutant
We ripped the sheets now they ruined
I'm skipping school like a truant
I did it all for amusement
Can't trust a soul but a few now they just sitting in queue
Can't trust a soul but a few now they just sitting in queue
Writer(s): Isaiah Smith
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