Good Days

These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke

These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke

These them good days
Staring at the ceiling fan reminiscing
High as fuck, speaker blasting while I mop the kitchen
Minimum wage, remember them days
Man I was fucked up, switched up my ways, and now I'm chilling
Take another L to the face dawg, we winning
Ain't always been this way, we was drowning, now we swimming, look
All it takes is patience, fuck them allegations
Make them niggas that was hating say congratulations

We light up, gut a Dutch, grab a wrap
Call me Pastor Clever, 'cause I need it for my cataracts
If it's payday, hit the dealer, gotta grab a sack
If we ain't got nowhere to go, smoke 'em back to back
That's just how it be though, smoke wherever we go
Patience running thin, ain't the same nigga as before
So I sit back, light a J, dealer hit me right away
And the numbers look right when I weigh
These them good days (good days)

Ayy man, this that shit you said you got from homeboy
Shit fire, bruh, this shit fire as fuck

These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke

These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke
These them good days

Roll up, ignite it
Keep them issues private
We might get in some other shit, it's the right fit
For the occasion, we blazing, light this
What am I tasting? I'm gazing like "shit" (like shit)

Nigga, I'm high as fuck
Ain't no way I'd rather be getting my profits up
Tell me who stopping us
And I'll show you a man that's mistaken
Just another barrier that I'm breaking

Gotta show some loyalty for me to just call you bro
Keep an old head in the clique, the more you know
When will they understand I'm not your average Joe
Came a long way, still a long way to go

Still need a day to smoke and chill, we done grown up
Debt collectors all on my line, they blow my phone up
Ain't ruining the day with the stress of a bill
Don't know how we'll get through, but we will
These them good days (good days)

Damn son, I'm gone, bruh, hey, what time is it?
Oh shit, damn, I forgot to hit 'em back (hit 'em back)