[Verse 1]
Younger, but I’m grown now
They used to call me little Marcus back when I was playing soccer
Out in Europe chasing dreams, but a nigga home now
Pour some liquor for Kadeem, my Momma looking at my screen like nigga
Put your phone down, I’m trying to have a conversation
Due to lack of compensation we got kicked and thrown out
Of this house, shit where we go now?
In highschool I used to rap, the only difference is I’m back
And I want the thrown now, all them niggas selling crack?
Their kids are grown now, and all them niggas running track? Aye look they pimping hoes now, her booty wild and she gifted Young lightskin Boobie Miles but I liftеd
A diamond in the rough and they missed it, passеd on me Every time was notable, practiced until every line and
Every rhyme was quotable, I guess that intuition is
When everybody’s pushing and you know to pull
Niggas got no bite look we know it's wool
Always been Mike, but back then you’d have to know the bull But those were Laney High days car broken down on
Rainy highways shit, look first we getting rich then get the fuck up out this bitch nigga
[Chorus]
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
[Verse 2]
Father still around not a lot so let me clap for em
Used to kick us out of high school for having hats on
Used to go to drake’s studio so I could rap for him
At two A.M I knew back then, nigga all I needed was
A Platform, legend in the making before you knew
Cause all you niggas cared about was F.U.B.U and Phatfarm, Lotta niggas quit coulda stopped but was persistent
Like an old black lady knocking from Jehovah’s Witness
My niggas running missions, tryna see a few homes
Ain’t trying to go to prison lets just steal a few phones
Look some nigga tried to sell me two tickets to see Hov
I said lick a hot stove bitch I’ll see him when I know him
Meet him at the rim or I’m gon see him at the throne
Running train on a bitch I’m trying to see it all alone
Same niggas tried to tell me rapping probably wouldn’t work out
Only difference is I practiced and you niggas didn’t work out Get the word out nigga
[Chorus]
'Cause those were Laney High days
[yeah x4]
[ay get the word out nigga]
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
[yeah x4]
'Cause those were Laney High days
[Verse 3]
Niggas trying to talk, let em’ walk or throw a strike
Just hope that when you drop niggas cop no horns and lights Maybe I can move my momma off this block and show her life Look you either get a shot or end up shot up over ice
And get locked but hold the lice, for selling rocks not over ice I’m not the one? An oversight look all my bitches under loved And over piped I know the plight aye my nigga hold the flight
I’m bout to jump I know the heights, There’s nothing that I’m sorta like
Stop comparing me you very green you niggas sorta ripe
I’m bout to hop up over kites, you trying to pop? You soda lite
You wouldn’t know you overhyped, aye when I blow you know the type
I might fuck every single hoe like nigga I don’t know a dyke Look maybe I’ve been drinking but lately I been thinking
Look Maybe I can take my whole City over overnight
[Chrous]
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
[Outro]
'Cause those were Laney High days
'Cause those were Laney High days
