Glory Days
Enviyon on the mix
How many of us
How many of us
Niggas be homies then no longer homies why niggas is phony
The shit that they do and I swear that it blows me
Wanting a medal or they want a trophy for being a friend
And while doing it poorly
Lacking and capping when comes to supporting
Once you are famous then you are supported
They learning the verse and the bridge and the chorus
Before all the clout I was laying with corpses
I knew once a nigga we went on adventures
He got in a rut and stop giving a fuck
Thought it was wise to leave all of his niggas
And get different niggas comeback and Wassup
Knew once another he was like a brother
He did the same for no gang but a lover
All of these niggas come back like to dip
Fuck a forever won't stick till the end
When these niggas gonna learn they disposed
Hit me up when it's convenient for them yeah we know
Wanna relive all the glory days
Different people
Now we different people
You don't get the sequel
You don't get the sequel
Aye man you on these niggas but what about these bitches mane
They cannot be trusted these bitches is seagulls
Niggas the Matrix and they is the reload
Drama more drama they drag in their people
Fuck all that talking they talk behind me you
What comes to mind is a person who fits
That perfect description and doesn't exists
In my life but In a song when I'm painting a pic
And the canvas is ugly I swear as it gets
What it reveals is a person who lost
Scary but swear that they wanna be cool
Wanna reaction they living high school
Either it's that or they like you on low
Like to go ghosts if you never catch on
You learn that platonic was never in deck
Give them your all and they'll still be in debt
The never forget me before there's a check
I been forgiving but I won't accept
I been putting foot on these bitches niggas necks
Support you from a far but I'm focused on making bread
Know you want that old thing but promise that it's dead
Thank you for the lessons we never was friends
Or homies you would have cause all that shit printed
When these bitches gonna learn they disposed
Hit me up when it's convenient for them yeah we know
Wanna relive all the glory days
Different people
Now we different people
You don't get the sequel
You don't get the sequel
When these bitches gonna learn they disposed
Hit me up when it's convenient for them yeah we know
Wanna relive all the glory days
Different people
Now we different people
You don't get the sequel
You don't get the sequel
How many of us
How many of us
Niggas be homies then no longer homies why niggas is phony
The shit that they do and I swear that it blows me
Wanting a medal or they want a trophy for being a friend
And while doing it poorly
Lacking and capping when comes to supporting
Once you are famous then you are supported
They learning the verse and the bridge and the chorus
Before all the clout I was laying with corpses
I knew once a nigga we went on adventures
He got in a rut and stop giving a fuck
Thought it was wise to leave all of his niggas
And get different niggas comeback and Wassup
Knew once another he was like a brother
He did the same for no gang but a lover
All of these niggas come back like to dip
Fuck a forever won't stick till the end
When these niggas gonna learn they disposed
Hit me up when it's convenient for them yeah we know
Wanna relive all the glory days
Different people
Now we different people
You don't get the sequel
You don't get the sequel
Aye man you on these niggas but what about these bitches mane
They cannot be trusted these bitches is seagulls
Niggas the Matrix and they is the reload
Drama more drama they drag in their people
Fuck all that talking they talk behind me you
What comes to mind is a person who fits
That perfect description and doesn't exists
In my life but In a song when I'm painting a pic
And the canvas is ugly I swear as it gets
What it reveals is a person who lost
Scary but swear that they wanna be cool
Wanna reaction they living high school
Either it's that or they like you on low
Like to go ghosts if you never catch on
You learn that platonic was never in deck
Give them your all and they'll still be in debt
The never forget me before there's a check
I been forgiving but I won't accept
I been putting foot on these bitches niggas necks
Support you from a far but I'm focused on making bread
Know you want that old thing but promise that it's dead
Thank you for the lessons we never was friends
Or homies you would have cause all that shit printed
When these bitches gonna learn they disposed
Hit me up when it's convenient for them yeah we know
Wanna relive all the glory days
Different people
Now we different people
You don't get the sequel
You don't get the sequel
When these bitches gonna learn they disposed
Hit me up when it's convenient for them yeah we know
Wanna relive all the glory days
Different people
Now we different people
You don't get the sequel
You don't get the sequel
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Writer(s): Winthrop Williams
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