Them Days (feat. Scarface)
That's Emazin
Yeah
Emazin
Let's the beat ride though
Beat ride though
Show these niggas
What it's supposed to sound like
(Yeah)
And I got money on my mind
Seek and ye shall find
This is not by accident
My nigga this was by design
Got to keep that beat in line Hustle music grind
Grind until it's rubbing metal
Heaven's got a ghetto nigga slick
Watch me lick a shot
This is Sunnyside
Representing for my Minnesota
Niggas gettin' by
Who the fuck am I
I am Facemob y'all
And I do this for the ones
The state's done raw
Hold your head high homie
Don't cry on me
Just be thankful for that outdate
His dog lied on him
But he good
We gon' meet again
Do it like we did it then
Get it how we get it
In this world that we living in
Unstable intellect and yet we
Getting checks OG grip trip
On how we handle shit
Hustle music hustle music
This is it
Downloading on cassettes
Off your internet
Sometimes I reminisce
On them days
Basketball in the street
Where we used to play
(Yeah)
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
Cause the way we used to live
Was amazing and I gotta say
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
I wake up thinking math
Brush my teeth wash my face
Wash my ass
Then it's straight to the block
Time to add
These young boys
Think that they on
I just sit back and laugh
No corners stalking for me
Nigga here's my math
Six teens and wholes nigga
They both gas shit
I ain't thinking about hoes homie
I'll leave that for Mac
He break a bitch
And get dough from her
I just want the cat
Damn shame
You can't knock it though
Real hustlers know they self
They pockets get low on dough
Real hustlers control themselves
No time to be chasing coochie
When you
On your momma's couch
Get your ass up
And get something
Or get your ass out
The game cold but it's fair
And that's the truth
Took a trip out to Houston
To put
Jack and Face in the booth
So now they facing the truth
Cause we here now
Hustling for something greater
Trying to
Put these damn packs down
(Um)
Sometimes I reminisce
On them days
Basketball in the street
Where we used to play
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
Cause the way we used to live
Was amazing and I gotta say
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
(Yeah)
Yeah
Emazin
Let's the beat ride though
Beat ride though
Show these niggas
What it's supposed to sound like
(Yeah)
And I got money on my mind
Seek and ye shall find
This is not by accident
My nigga this was by design
Got to keep that beat in line Hustle music grind
Grind until it's rubbing metal
Heaven's got a ghetto nigga slick
Watch me lick a shot
This is Sunnyside
Representing for my Minnesota
Niggas gettin' by
Who the fuck am I
I am Facemob y'all
And I do this for the ones
The state's done raw
Hold your head high homie
Don't cry on me
Just be thankful for that outdate
His dog lied on him
But he good
We gon' meet again
Do it like we did it then
Get it how we get it
In this world that we living in
Unstable intellect and yet we
Getting checks OG grip trip
On how we handle shit
Hustle music hustle music
This is it
Downloading on cassettes
Off your internet
Sometimes I reminisce
On them days
Basketball in the street
Where we used to play
(Yeah)
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
Cause the way we used to live
Was amazing and I gotta say
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
I wake up thinking math
Brush my teeth wash my face
Wash my ass
Then it's straight to the block
Time to add
These young boys
Think that they on
I just sit back and laugh
No corners stalking for me
Nigga here's my math
Six teens and wholes nigga
They both gas shit
I ain't thinking about hoes homie
I'll leave that for Mac
He break a bitch
And get dough from her
I just want the cat
Damn shame
You can't knock it though
Real hustlers know they self
They pockets get low on dough
Real hustlers control themselves
No time to be chasing coochie
When you
On your momma's couch
Get your ass up
And get something
Or get your ass out
The game cold but it's fair
And that's the truth
Took a trip out to Houston
To put
Jack and Face in the booth
So now they facing the truth
Cause we here now
Hustling for something greater
Trying to
Put these damn packs down
(Um)
Sometimes I reminisce
On them days
Basketball in the street
Where we used to play
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
Cause the way we used to live
Was amazing and I gotta say
Lord won't you
Bring back them days
(Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Monroe Dunbar
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