Onest - Back in the Day (feat. La Femme Nikita & Myrick Boy) Lyrics

It goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
Back in the day known to be Never Without Attitude
So gratitude to Eazy-e, Dr.dre and ice cube
To the cops I was seen as public enemy number one
Like D.M.C, I constantly, stayed quietly while up on the run
Streets getting too packed n I'm notoriously B.I.G
But in this game you need plenty of offense and heavy D
I had to mix it up switch it up like salt n peppa
Some do it good but know I just naturally do it better
They tell me its ludicrous the way how I bust a rhyme
I go back to the roots and shed down some mc Lyte
On the ghetto boys that's growing up in the dark
Seen as outcast trying to be the new original gang Starr
On my road to riches try to avoid the snakes and chickens
Ones always after your bread n others tryna catch you slipping
But only god can judge you so beat em to the finish
Remember can't hold back no stopping now the sky's the limit
It goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
Yeah reflecting on my past a youngin cutting class
Couldn't wait to hit the ave for exclusives
New hit the park chuckin dueces space age pimpin
Swa house after school chillin
East 1999 swore I knew every line
Me and my brother was wildin momma would turn it down
Its bumping south side hop in my any ride
It used to give me the chills spice one to juvenile
Manny fresh make the best instrumentals
No limit versus cash money started writing lyrics
Tryna kill it, influences, pac, nas, and jigga
Lil kim was hardcore can't forget to mention
Pimp C and Bun B made me proud to be from Texas
Remember p rolling in that nine skrilla lexus
Because this is for the homies and the thug niggas
Entrepreneurs from drug dealers
Hold ya head
It goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
It was all a dream unsigned hype the source magazine
Biggie in the background loud I was fourteen
Dreaming of my moment poet studying the greats
Motivated by illmatic and the purple tape
Digging in the crates of my mental museum
The god, the king, Rakim and Kane wanted to be them
Before MTV jams the box was the fix
Feenin from the rip and pac got me lit
Looked like Keith Murray the most beautiful gift
Ripping the mic feeling like mike against the knicks
Was talking back in ninety-five when he dropped that fifty-five
Revitalizing the garden rocking that forty-five
Jordan tens on my feet makes my cypher complete
Rhyming on this best remind me of some old Ron g
And I remember he had some ill ass blends
That's when every hustler had a S-class Benz
It goes on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
Back back back in the day
Back in the day
Back back, back in the day
Back in the day
Back in the day