I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah yeah
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah
Ni** where was you when we was sippin lean and selling zen
Where was you when we was breaking rules
Njalo sihlez sphuza umkhize ehlezi ekhuza
Where was you when we was keeping neighbors up untill the midnight
Never passed a bi* those days
I passed a joint ahh
Always on the pu* competition
It's the same competition that made me a player
Didn't wanna break hearts but
I became a veteran
I was feeling free ni**
I was feeling free yeah
I was getting money ni** I was feeling free yeah
I was gettin bi** ni**
I was feeling free yeah
Whoever getting regular pu**
Ngithi uvunyiwe and whoever gettin the dopest weed
Naye uvunyiwe ey
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah yeah
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah
No way that my son could be a looser no way Yea
No way that my son could be a stoner no way Yea
No way that my son could be a player
No way ey
No way ey
I got my momma like
No way that my son could be a looser no way Yea
No way that my son could be a stoner no way Yea
No way that my son could be a player
No way ey
No way ey ey ey
I'm breaking cages
I'm changing faces
I'm smoking aces
And changing paces
Tying my laces going through these stages
I was running through these phases
Never thinking about the changes
I was all about the bi**
Now I'm all about the riches
Langa's all about the switches
Was doing courses
I'm moving courpses
I'm bullying bosses
Body bagging ni** like
I was a serial killer
Before I made to a fifty eight
It never used to flow
Tried to be a nerd man
I knew it wasn't me cos
I didn't take a pull
I didn't take a sip
Didn't break the rules
I didn't make moves
The mind was in chains
I'm thanking this change
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I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah yeah
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah
Ni** where was you when we was sippin lean and selling zen
Where was you when we was breaking rules
Njalo sihlez sphuza umkhize ehlezi ekhuza
Where was you when we was keeping neighbors up untill the midnight
Never passed a bi* those days
I passed a joint ahh
Always on the pu* competition
It's the same competition that made me a player
Didn't wanna break hearts but
I became a veteran
I was feeling free ni**
I was feeling free yeah
I was getting money ni** I was feeling free yeah
I was gettin bi** ni**
I was feeling free yeah
Whoever getting regular pu**
Ngithi uvunyiwe and whoever gettin the dopest weed
Naye uvunyiwe ey
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah yeah
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah
No way that my son could be a looser no way Yea
No way that my son could be a stoner no way Yea
No way that my son could be a player
No way ey
No way ey
I got my momma like
No way that my son could be a looser no way Yea
No way that my son could be a stoner no way Yea
No way that my son could be a player
No way ey
No way ey ey ey
I'm breaking cages
I'm changing faces
I'm smoking aces
And changing paces
Tying my laces going through these stages
I was running through these phases
Never thinking about the changes
I was all about the bi**
Now I'm all about the riches
Langa's all about the switches
Was doing courses
I'm moving courpses
I'm bullying bosses
Body bagging ni** like
I was a serial killer
Before I made to a fifty eight
It never used to flow
Tried to be a nerd man
I knew it wasn't me cos
I didn't take a pull
I didn't take a sip
Didn't break the rules
I didn't make moves
The mind was in chains
I'm thanking this change
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah yeah
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah
Ni** where was you when we was sippin lean and selling zen
Where was you when we was breaking rules
Njalo sihlez sphuza umkhize ehlezi ekhuza
Where was you when we was keeping neighbors up untill the midnight
Never passed a bi* those days
I passed a joint ahh
Always on the pu* competition
It's the same competition that made me a player
Didn't wanna break hearts but
I became a veteran
I was feeling free ni**
I was feeling free yeah
I was getting money ni** I was feeling free yeah
I was gettin bi** ni**
I was feeling free yeah
Whoever getting regular pu**
Ngithi uvunyiwe and whoever gettin the dopest weed
Naye uvunyiwe ey
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah yeah
I'm going back
No way okay yeah yeah
I'm thinking about the old days okay yeay yeah
I'm just tryna
Lay low okay yeah yeah
I got ma momma yelling no way okay yeah
No way that my son could be a looser no way Yea
No way that my son could be a stoner no way Yea
No way that my son could be a player
No way ey
No way ey
I got my momma like
No way that my son could be a looser no way Yea
No way that my son could be a stoner no way Yea
No way that my son could be a player
No way ey
No way ey ey ey
I'm breaking cages
I'm changing faces
I'm smoking aces
And changing paces
Tying my laces going through these stages
I was running through these phases
Never thinking about the changes
I was all about the bi**
Now I'm all about the riches
Langa's all about the switches
Was doing courses
I'm moving courpses
I'm bullying bosses
Body bagging ni** like
I was a serial killer
Before I made to a fifty eight
It never used to flow
Tried to be a nerd man
I knew it wasn't me cos
I didn't take a pull
I didn't take a sip
Didn't break the rules
I didn't make moves
The mind was in chains
I'm thanking this change
Writer: Thuthuka Khumalo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid