Текст пісні
Yo, how the days of your life go Com?
I'm just tryin' to be
That's it?
Stayin' focused so my mind is free
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now, it might be too soon
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nothin' the matter with a good dude havin' a buck
With that on my mind, I'm on the grind, it pays
We break it down in these three ways
Yo, these days I travel the Maze like Fred Beverley
To the East lookin' for pieces of a better me
Responsibility of my man's felony fell on me
Celebrity status, make 'em think I got celery
Hell and I do sometimes, still the sunshine ain't even all day
The life of a baller ain't even all play
I stack 'em, so the chips fall where they must
I ain't far from a Benz or dude on the bus
Even when I don't have enough, still in God I trust
Said baby you a star, said I'm on the cusp
Seen the jiggiest of stars become dust
And one love become lust for the papers
Had you gassed, now that gas became vapors
Tricked your cash on ice, shoulda had acres
Now your empire fell like the Lakers
So you're talkin' to your maker
It's the nature of the business, they givin' niggas inches
Takin' miles and mules, it's the wildest rules
I'm tryin' to walk in the blackest and the proudest shoes
Makin' music that the crowds can use
Yo, how the days of your life go Dave?
With sunshine and shades
That's it?
Tinted window, grades, and Kool-Aid
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now, that might be too soon
Too soon?
I want 24 plus on these
Put the Pinto engine and the bus on these
I get that first class seat to escape the days
We break it down in these three ways
Check the life, I got that antidote cantaloupe scent
Bent back in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause