Days Like This
(MG on the beat, someone come get me)
My shit is stuck on a loop (Loop)
Heard you pussies taking creatine
I'm out here without no coupe (Coupe)
I drop the top like a guillotine
Uh, uh
What you mean? (What you mean?)
Uh, uh
What you mean?
I drop the top like im Kennedy, yuh
I got a whole lotta enemies
Never look behind my shoulder
Never make it to my seventies
I'm just a name in a folder
Heart is always growing colder
Fall down the stairway to Heaven (Yuh)
I'm Sisyphus, with that boulder
But I'm sweeter than a lemon
And I'm bitter like a bitch
And I always keep a weapon
Cause you smelling like a snitch
Let me send yo' ass to Heaven (Yuh)
Trigger finger got that itch (Itch)
That withdrawal got me shaking (Shaking)
Let me make the beat-naw
I'ma brawl till I'm aching (Aching)
Ache to wake, and wake to fucking bake (Yeah)
I'm not one to take a fucking break (Yeah)
I'm the type to only make mistakes (Yeah)
Check the grass, it's full of fucking snakes (Yeah)
Days like this, I had too fucking many (Yeah)
Nothing disappoints me anymore (Yeah)
I don't trust you with a fucking penny (Yeah)
Light a joint, I'm smoking many more
My shit is stuck on a loop (Loop)
Heard you pussies taking creatine
I'm out here without no coupe (Coupe)
I drop the top like a guillotine
Uh, uh
What you mean? (What you mean?)
Uh, uh
What you mean?
I drop the top like im Kennedy, yuh
I got a whole lotta enemies
Never look behind my shoulder
Never make it to my seventies
I'm just a name in a folder
Heart is always growing colder
Fall down the stairway to Heaven (Yuh)
I'm Sisyphus, with that boulder
But I'm sweeter than a lemon
And I'm bitter like a bitch
And I always keep a weapon
Cause you smelling like a snitch
Let me send yo' ass to Heaven (Yuh)
Trigger finger got that itch (Itch)
That withdrawal got me shaking (Shaking)
Let me make the beat-naw
I'ma brawl till I'm aching (Aching)
Ache to wake, and wake to fucking bake (Yeah)
I'm not one to take a fucking break (Yeah)
I'm the type to only make mistakes (Yeah)
Check the grass, it's full of fucking snakes (Yeah)
Days like this, I had too fucking many (Yeah)
Nothing disappoints me anymore (Yeah)
I don't trust you with a fucking penny (Yeah)
Light a joint, I'm smoking many more
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Writer(s): Mansoor Ghanem, Mansoor Gottem
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