[Intro]
We on our OTF shit, you heard?
[Chorus: Nimic Revenue & Lil Durk]
Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
Sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again
We used to play, nowadays I don't see you anymore
Late nights I swear I miss the feeling
Its those stars who were young and wild
It was my number that you always dialed
Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
You know, you know, you are
Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
You know, you know, you are
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Used to hide the drugs in the attic, play ball in the crates in the alley
Five deep one room one pallet, growin' up in the streets a challenge
Shout out to the daddies who ain't vanish, shout out to the mothers who ain't vanish
Ain't want her to get her ass did, I told her eat her salad, yeah
We was in that shit for real, slide in that Bonneville
They gave me all my bitches, woah, she gave me chills
And I think you scared, you don't wanna turn up no more
President racist, don't go to the Trump no more
Bust down AP platinum with it, match that money I adapted with it
I go broke then its back to trenches, with them killers I gotta admit it
Best thing I did was move out the city, got six kids so I gotta get it
'Cause you know
We on our OTF shit, you heard?
[Chorus: Nimic Revenue & Lil Durk]
Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
Sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again
We used to play, nowadays I don't see you anymore
Late nights I swear I miss the feeling
Its those stars who were young and wild
It was my number that you always dialed
Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
You know, you know, you are
Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore
You know, you know, you are
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Used to hide the drugs in the attic, play ball in the crates in the alley
Five deep one room one pallet, growin' up in the streets a challenge
Shout out to the daddies who ain't vanish, shout out to the mothers who ain't vanish
Ain't want her to get her ass did, I told her eat her salad, yeah
We was in that shit for real, slide in that Bonneville
They gave me all my bitches, woah, she gave me chills
And I think you scared, you don't wanna turn up no more
President racist, don't go to the Trump no more
Bust down AP platinum with it, match that money I adapted with it
I go broke then its back to trenches, with them killers I gotta admit it
Best thing I did was move out the city, got six kids so I gotta get it
'Cause you know
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