Good Ole' Times
I miss the good ol times (Yeah i miss)
Goin round the backyard playin football times
Back then it didn't seem like such a big deal
Man I wish i could say that we still chill
Lately all I care about now is stackin them bills
Man this depression got me tryin to trip off some mf pills
If only my friends out here were real
I'm out here trynna make a livin
But all you fake ass people keep dissin
Man foreal fuck this shit bruh
Yeah we just some kids from Reno
Tryna make it out
I just want to make it to the big stage
Hear my name
Let them shout
Ill do whatever it takes
Grind everyday
Tryna be great
When i get there i won't make a mistake
I swear im destined for grateness
Man i swear i won't fake this
Cuz only real ones know just how to take this
I ain't gonna suffer from doubt
Im just tryna make it out...
Boy im obsessed with greatness
Just see these results
Step on the field
Ill school ya and ya folks
Im just trying to make it to the top
Wont let anybody tell me to stop
You acting kinda shady
Is it cuz you hate me?
Is it cuz your afraid of me?
Boy watch me unleash
imma different kind of beast
Ill eat any day off the week
But fuck all that right now
Im just trying to kick back and catch the vibes
I ain't tell no lies
Ill stick with you thru the lows and the highs
I miss the good old times when we was some kids with some dreams
Layin' back eatin' ice cream
We wasn't even thinking about finnessin some cheecks
All we ever wanted was to make it out the streets
Make it to the big leagues
We gettin kinda hungry
We just needa eat
Man can't you see
Just let me be
All these distractions got me fucked up
Im trynna leave a legacy
I aint trynna go to a party that finna get shot up
Man can't you see
Just let me do my mf thing
I aint out here jsut to die
Im tryin to leave an impact out here
Puttin fear into my enemies
Yeah we back To Reno chillin with the homies
Ya you know they Day 1
Yeah you know they some real ones
You know we kick it with the same ones
Yeah this shit went hard
Im just grinding tryna make it far
I miss the good ol times (yeah i miss)
Goin round the backyard playin football times
Back then it didn't seem like such a big deal
Man I wish i could say that we still chill
Lately all I care about now is stackin them bills
Man this depression got me tryin to trip off some mf pills
If only my friends out here were real
I'm out here trynna make a livin
But all you fake ass people keep dissin
Man foreal fuck this shit bruh
Goin round the backyard playin football times
Back then it didn't seem like such a big deal
Man I wish i could say that we still chill
Lately all I care about now is stackin them bills
Man this depression got me tryin to trip off some mf pills
If only my friends out here were real
I'm out here trynna make a livin
But all you fake ass people keep dissin
Man foreal fuck this shit bruh
Yeah we just some kids from Reno
Tryna make it out
I just want to make it to the big stage
Hear my name
Let them shout
Ill do whatever it takes
Grind everyday
Tryna be great
When i get there i won't make a mistake
I swear im destined for grateness
Man i swear i won't fake this
Cuz only real ones know just how to take this
I ain't gonna suffer from doubt
Im just tryna make it out...
Boy im obsessed with greatness
Just see these results
Step on the field
Ill school ya and ya folks
Im just trying to make it to the top
Wont let anybody tell me to stop
You acting kinda shady
Is it cuz you hate me?
Is it cuz your afraid of me?
Boy watch me unleash
imma different kind of beast
Ill eat any day off the week
But fuck all that right now
Im just trying to kick back and catch the vibes
I ain't tell no lies
Ill stick with you thru the lows and the highs
I miss the good old times when we was some kids with some dreams
Layin' back eatin' ice cream
We wasn't even thinking about finnessin some cheecks
All we ever wanted was to make it out the streets
Make it to the big leagues
We gettin kinda hungry
We just needa eat
Man can't you see
Just let me be
All these distractions got me fucked up
Im trynna leave a legacy
I aint trynna go to a party that finna get shot up
Man can't you see
Just let me do my mf thing
I aint out here jsut to die
Im tryin to leave an impact out here
Puttin fear into my enemies
Yeah we back To Reno chillin with the homies
Ya you know they Day 1
Yeah you know they some real ones
You know we kick it with the same ones
Yeah this shit went hard
Im just grinding tryna make it far
I miss the good ol times (yeah i miss)
Goin round the backyard playin football times
Back then it didn't seem like such a big deal
Man I wish i could say that we still chill
Lately all I care about now is stackin them bills
Man this depression got me tryin to trip off some mf pills
If only my friends out here were real
I'm out here trynna make a livin
But all you fake ass people keep dissin
Man foreal fuck this shit bruh
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Writer(s): Hunter Murray
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