I miss the days when life was so simple, felt like the glass was always half full
Where did that go
And every second with you was so special
Back when we didn't fear the unknowns
But that was long ago
Precision coming up for real
Who can say where the gods will go
Philosophers, gods, but they don't even know
Who can say where the gods will go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, oh, yeah, I said, oh, yeah
DBs and Draks , no, we don't play
Stackin up that guap, no, we gon' get payed
Making sure my whole game straight
Making shit my whole game, ate
Knowing we can't wait for that
Knowing we ain't going for that
Knowing we ain't going for that
Been broke before, ain't going back
Track hawk jeep go so fast
Spin a nigga block, won't do no cappin, but they know that
Streets done left me heartless
Thuggin with my woahed
Clutching on my 40
Knowing I ain't going yet
Knowing ain't my time to go
Full of percs, might overdose
Can't stop, I'm in that mode
Can't bend, I'll never fold
Came from rags to riches
Money on my mind, I'll do whatever
Do whatever just to get it
They hate the way we living
Guns to the ceiling
Tell them free lil reckless
Knowing he get wicked
Know we handle business
Drop that dot so we can spin it
No lil montae with me
No freak gon handle business
Yeah, yeah , yeah , yeah
Yeah, yeah, I said, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I said, oh, yeah
I said, oh, yeah
DB's and Draks
No, we don't play
Running up that guap
No, we gone get paid
Making sure my whole game straight
Making shit my whole game, ate
Knowin we can't wait for that