BRIGHTER DAYS
Fony Wallace biatch
Oh my god, stop the music
I'm in the airport
I got a flight today
R.I.P. PnB Rock, he just died today
Uh, I look forward, to the brighter days
Uh, I'm with Christ Dillinger, we got high today
Pine came in, told the plug, bring it right away
This weed and exotic strain got a fire taste
Every time a nigga make a song I think about my mom
Gotta roll this weed in the joint, I can hit the bong
I don't know my dad, so I cannot think about my dad
This bitch wanna suck my dick, but I don't think she bad
Louis V bag, and it came with a Louis tag
Me and Darkie always on a tour, niggas hella mad
Anyone who ever hated on me doin' hella bad
Everybody hoppin' on the trends chasin' all the fads
But I just been hoppin' on planes seein' other lands
With that attitude you got, you'll never see a hundred bands
I'm 23, I can see the age in my mother's hands
I'ma do it for my family, I'm a band-getter
All you niggas act like you ain't got no ancestors
I'm high as fuck in the Yohji Amamoto sweater
I'm high as fuck, nigga, for real
I can see if the lean real 'fore I pop the seal
Money tall, like Shaquille O'Neal, that's without a deal
Rick Owens boots on my heel, and you know they real
Half of these niggas stab you in the back to get the check
It ain't about what a nigga got, it's about respect
If my ancestors could see me now, I'd have their respect
I'ma always say what's on my mind, I don't second guess
Oh my god, stop the music
I'm in the airport
I got a flight today
R.I.P. PnB Rock, he just died today
Uh, I look forward, to the brighter days
Uh, I'm with Christ Dillinger, we got high today
Pine came in, told the plug, bring it right away
This weed and exotic strain got a fire taste
Every time a nigga make a song I think about my mom
Gotta roll this weed in the joint, I can hit the bong
I don't know my dad, so I cannot think about my dad
This bitch wanna suck my dick, but I don't think she bad
Louis V bag, and it came with a Louis tag
Me and Darkie always on a tour, niggas hella mad
Anyone who ever hated on me doin' hella bad
Everybody hoppin' on the trends chasin' all the fads
But I just been hoppin' on planes seein' other lands
With that attitude you got, you'll never see a hundred bands
I'm 23, I can see the age in my mother's hands
I'ma do it for my family, I'm a band-getter
All you niggas act like you ain't got no ancestors
I'm high as fuck in the Yohji Amamoto sweater
I'm high as fuck, nigga, for real
I can see if the lean real 'fore I pop the seal
Money tall, like Shaquille O'Neal, that's without a deal
Rick Owens boots on my heel, and you know they real
Half of these niggas stab you in the back to get the check
It ain't about what a nigga got, it's about respect
If my ancestors could see me now, I'd have their respect
I'ma always say what's on my mind, I don't second guess
Credits
Writer(s): Christ Dillinger
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