MoneyBall - Good Days

I told y'all In that all in I had to cut some niggas off
They gone back door you in the end because them niggas soft
They didn't wanna see me win now I can't afford a loss
Sitting at the round table nigga cause I paid the cost

Making bricks disappear
Like we playing Tetris
We get locked up
No usher
We ain't singing no confessions
Uhh
He cashed his soul
For the pendant with the necklace
The Ls
They came corrected
The wins
They come expected

I was down on my knuckles and you niggas laughed
Tables turned it's time to eat yo meal nigga I ain't mad
Hungry in that alley fucked up I was doing bad
Slow motion for a while now a nigga steady moving fast

I Cut the squares out my circle
Now my crew in shape
She think it's bottles
On the house
Like we're snoopy lay
You a groupie bae
Got goons with me
N
They Don't Hesitate
When I say touchdown
I'm talking outta state

Rough rugged and raw the story of my life
You don't get a second chance you better do it right
Cut the lights off you see my diamonds hit at nights
They is my trophies to get to these nigga I had to fight
Sipping drank with older niggas I was learning game
It's eat it get ate out this bitch I had to pick a lane
Lost a bunch of niggas last year I'm dealing with the pain
I ain't got time to shed a tear I'm doing my own thang

He said he only smoke za
Shit I'm laughing out loud
Same nigga when he smoke
He gotta spark up a mild
She a attic for the dick
Like the top of the house
W.W.E
I be tapping her out

New piece coming soon I had a good month
Told bro he coulda got one if he got the fuck up
Learn a lesson pay attention it's time u shut tf up
I seen I Took a loss I seen I dropped my jewls I picked my nuts up
You wanna die like a boss you gotta live like it
You on my time bitch I'm moving when I feel like it
I say nigga in every song and y'all still like it
Ion even sell weed no more my shit still biting

Hot sauce in the clip
Boy
It's finna get hot
He ain't like surprises
But the 9 left Him
In shock
NASCAR with it
Boy steady spending the block
She like balenciaga runners
Say I wear em like socks

I don't even got advice no more I'm all out of favors
Ima call gang for the tree it's all kind of flavors
I ain't matching niggas no more cause yall smoke paper
On the go no time for a cut so I got a taper
I been Writing for a min now this shit ain't nun new
To hear me speak bitch it get breezy I need a couple blues
I did this shit on my own don't need a couple clues niggas they don't wanna yo friend until you on the news

Written by:
Thomas Martin

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