Good Ol Days
[Intro]
I'm glad y'all fuck with that though
I wasn't fucking with it
God damn it I hit the mic
And I fucked up the headphones
Check
Yeah
Ey big Esco we don't give a fuck about your dress code
I got my niggas with me
Look
[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout to get a wife soon y'all better hurry up
I'm rocking Human Made and Bape at the curry up
And you can tell by the seams that it's Yamamoto jeans
That Air Hollywood [?] that I got for free
Shout out to [?] we was at the party in [?]
Posted on [?] with Virgil Abloh
That vintage Off White shit should be up in an Albright
For all of them dollars spent bumping [?]
Now lick a shot for all of my fallen partners
You don't want problems we got math that'll solve ya
Glocks and revolvers [?] you gotta walk it out
Fuck it we can chalk it out
Or we sit down like bosses and wе could talk it out
The stakes high take thе large amount
Baby girl I need the large amount
Them squatting foes turn fan at my shows
Little did they know their girl was a fan before
Their older sister tell them that I was the man before
Their little brothers said they seen me at the fashion show
Second row with a back rolled smelling like dank
And I'm sitting next to Hillary Swank
Rolling dice at the Louvre, fool who got bank
Use a shank to cut up my vegan steak
Alex boots and my feet covered in snake
What's bank nigga?
[Chorus]
I miss the good old days
When everybody showed love
[?] your family then give that man a hug
I miss the good old days
When it was really cheaper to keep her
That's why I charge 40 for a feature
I miss the good old days
When niggsa used to roll Dutches
Nowadays niggas don't roll nothing
I miss the good old days
I miss the good old days
I miss the good old days
I miss the good old days
[Verse 2]
One day I be in Cali but next I'm in Miami
Two bitches for Grammy week but I ain't win a Grammy
Touch down it's the Super Bowl, watching it in the bandi
Hitting licks through a vent pipe, cut a hole in the pantry
I should be out west in the hills living fancy
Big ass whips, white bitches, nose candy
We on a new wave, making albums like a slave
These bitches know I'm the bomb, Saddam Hussein
We came from cocaine licks
At the building eating Lo Mein
From an eight ball to copping whole things
We took over the game piece by piece
Nigga throw me on the beat
I bet nobody can see me
I'm on the type of shit where only bad hoes can get in the yard
I served enough crack heads to piss me off
I made myself a boss
[Chorus]
I miss the good old days
When everybody showed love
[?] your family then give that man a hug
I miss the good old days
When it was really cheaper to keep her
That's why I charge 40 for a feature
I miss the good old days
When niggsa used to roll Dutches
Nowadays niggas don't roll nothing
I miss the good old days
I miss the good old days
I miss the good old days
I miss the good old days