These Days (feat. Yhung T.O.)

The throb slap in the Ghost

Put your finger on the trunk, feel the pulse

I never leave the teepee without the toast

You see the liquid on my chain, I flamboast

When I'm higher than Pluto, I eat menudo

Pastel de elote, might think I'm an ese

I sleep with my cuete, I'll leave your ass wete

Vallejo, Cali-harm-ya, 7-0 siete

The Good Book is my buckler and shield

Death could come outta nowhere, like when the rock hit your windshield

That's why I always keep a rototiller

When I'm out there in the field in the traffic making deals

Every stack I get, like Kaepernick, I kneel

Ain't talking about no dinner but I need a meal

Release my **** down waiting for appeal

In the gladiator tank, sharks and eels, Biatch!

And these days, gotta watch who you trust

Keep that pistol by my side, in this block I trust

I came from nothin' so I had to run it up

They just wanna see me fail, they don't wanna see me up

And I know the Lord chose me

To have the vision in what most don't see

I got money, started hating on me

**** that I used to love tryna stonewall me

And I know money bring hate, but I'ma keep gettin' this cake

And no, my soul won't change

Real **** can't relate to the fake

And **** wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball

I know **** wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball, ball

Off top Tommy, rollin' up a mummy

Thumbin' through his money, thumper by his tummy

Blowin' on a branch, higher than an avalanche

Hazy like a forest fire in a Napa Valley ranch

Cash flow Cliff, sippin' on a fifth

Spill more liquor on his shirt, got a hole in his lip

Sitting on some cheddar and them **** know better

Semi-auto wetter fly your head like a feather

Honey coochie slap, smell like a Life Saver

Baby booty stacked like a Sunday newspaper

Bitch I'ma mack, not a caped crusader

Captain-save-a-batch? Nope, I check yaper

Money on my mind, money on my mind

If I do the crime, I'ma do the time

Never drop a dime, never drop a dime

Hold water on my chest, high alkaline

And these days, gotta watch who you trust

Keep that pistol by my side, in this block I trust

I came from nothin' so I had to run it up

They just wanna see me fail, they don't wanna see me up

And I know the Lord chose me

To have the vision in what most don't see

I got money, started hating on me

**** that I used to love tryna stonewall me

And I know money bring hate, but I'ma keep getting this cake

And no, my soul won't change

Real **** can't relate to the fake

And **** wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball

I know **** wanna see me fall, so on my mama, I'ma ball, ball