Dem Days

(álbum: DIE BOUT IT - 2022)

Remember them days, tryna make plays, tryna scrape up that rent
Dollar stole meals, tryna make deals, shit don't make no sense
All this jewelery on my body, man, it don't make sense
Stuffed twenty in my Amiri denim, I might smash yo' bitch
Maybach truck, used to be a Honda, I upgraded my whip
Money real long, in my zone, I ain't gon' pass my strip
Selling that coke, used to do blow, man I couldn't resist
Had to slow it down, playing with my nose, I was fucking up them zips

Had to get serious, look at the man in the mirror, you did it
Put on Amiri, niggas, they doubted
Too many bands, fuck an accountant
Two Audemars, who woulda thought it?
Hop out the Benz, hop in the Masi'
(Hop out the Benz, hop in the Masi')
(Hop in the Masi', I'm in that Prada, yeah)
R.I.P Grandma, look at yo' grandson
I'm in The Clearport with thousand dollar pants on
Me and Davon, we trapped out the Benz
You in middle school and you GD throwing them pitchforks
Young felon, cheddar like the Rockefellers
We was young and reckless, we ain't know no better
Take it down, bought a mozzarella
Spot an opp, call the paramedics
My new life feel way better
Hit magic, I change weather
I do drugs, fuck peer pressure
Goyard bag make a bitch jealous

Remember them days, tryna make plays, tryna scrape up that rent
Dollar stole meals, tryna make deals, shit don't make no sense
All this jewelery on my body, man, it don't make sense
Stuffed twenty in my Amiri denim, I might smash yo' bitch
Maybach truck, used to be a Honda, I upgraded my whip
Money real long, in my zone, I ain't gon' pass my strip
Selling that coke, used to do blow, man I couldn't resist
Had to slow it down, playing with my nose, I was fucking up them zips