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Days Like This

de Larry June

Get them car keys real quick
Appreciate it
Ah, man
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

This soundin' like one of them ones that feed 2K, I spent the time
I'm calculatin' my growth and elevated my funds
Slidin' with somethin' exotic, I elevated the drum
I know that shit get tricky, we gotta move with a purpose
I know a lot of folks hurtin', we gotta aim for the top
It's like I keep on trying, but I just keep striking out
The best thing I ever did was never change my route
What's happenin'?

Imagine me in a Rolls-Royce, gettin' road rage
Pocket full of old white men that died from old age
Every joint a whole eighth
Front grille of the Bel Air clean, Colgate
Breakfast salmon croquettes
Down south Rappin' 4-Tay, they know my forte (they know it)
I'ma get that money, paper, cheese, guap, Chipotle
Watch got a rock band like Coldplay
Niggas know I'm not playing with the wordplay
I'm on third base, mm, I'ma slide home
Anytime I walk out the room, they say the vibe gone
Told shawty I'm 6'5 in Air Force 1s
Where I'm from, they tote that piece, it's a war zone

I used to dream 'bout them days like this
I can't believe I'm having days like this
I thank God every day
I'm on the grind every day, tryna get it every way

I'm something like my road, nigga, I don't fold
Packs going out, it's a overload
Trimmin' up a P with my gloves on
See me in the city by myself eating a rice bowl (man)
Midnight zip to the top with my ice on
I'm not a superstar, I'm a icon
I'm jottin' down numbers on my Peloton (yeah)
Think it's time to transition (numbers)
Still keep the scale in the kitchen (uh)
I'm a real nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Might take the bitch to Chanel, watch, it took her vision
I'm clearly fly, push the gray coupe all through Tiburon (man)
Then switch whips when I hit the city, I'm like James Bond
Heated seats in the May-B, chick Dominican (uh)
Clarity in the same piece got her hypnotized (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I used to dream 'bout them days like this
I can't believe I'm having days like this (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I thank God every day
I'm on the grind every day tryna get it every way (yeah)

Just bought a brand new crib to store some sneakers in
Got enough room downstairs to grow some reefer in
Eighty, that's two Glock 40s, you wanna meet the twins?
Anywhere I go, got a tool just like the handyman
Bitches call me every weekend to get in candy land
Ask me if I'm still getting money, I said: Ain't it, man (ain't it)
Ask me if I got shroom gummies, I done ate 'em, man
Sorry for rippin' this beat, I had to make amends
Did the whole digital dash, had to break it in
Same day I booked me a flight to the Caribbean
Trigger finger still got a rash, don't make it itch again
Even when I didn't have a dad, I had the trenches then

I used to dream 'bout them days like this
I can't believe I'm having days like this
I thank God every day
I'm on the grind every day tryna get it every way
What's happenin'?

Anytime I walk out the room, they say the vibe gone
Where I'm from, they tote that piece, it's a war zone

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