Days Of My Life

[Hook:]

The days of my life, the struggle I'm going through

Cause times are too hard, but I gotta make it through

The ghetto, of my life

The struggle, it ain't right

But I gotta move on, strapped with my chrome

Cause I feel like they coming for me, but I'ma keep rolling on

A guerilla, going out like a soldier

That's mobbing, till it's over

[Billy Cook:]

These are the days of my life, all the things that I'm going through

Cause times are so hard, but can't let it get the best of you

See my daddy, passed away

What use to be sunny days are no more, just sad and all rainy days

Left nine kids behind, trying to fill his shoes

Taking care of my mama, the way you raised me to

Four boys and five girls, left with tears in their eyes

And like your best friend, who saw your last smile

Daddy we need you, tell me what do I do

You carried this family, and the whole hood too

The skills and memories, that I have left of you

A legacy you built, you were a one man crew

Worked your fingers to the bone, till you took your last breath

But your boys gon finish, what you started that's a bet

It's a struggle everyday, these are the days of my life

But I gotta maintain, so I don't lose my mind

[Hook]

[C-Note:]

Don't spend most of your time, thinking bout the small thangs

Cause I'ma come through, and show you how to ball mayn

Clover is the hood, but Botany is the block

Where we escaped from them cops, and survived a hundred shots

What's real what's not, it's all them non-believers

Cut and copy all my styles, but you non-achievers

Screwed Up Click we the shit, nigga that be authentic

And it ain't Screwed Up Click nigga, if I ain't in it

Talk down on my hood, and I'm coming to get ya

Cause the days of my life, like a motion picture

Got a pound of endo, and I'm splitting them swishers

Trying to roll so much dro, till my thumbs get blisters

Yeah mayn move caine, like I'm back on the block

Got that white man powder, cause I don't fuck with the rock

Still it's Botany Big Shots, whether you like it or not

Clover Geez keep it hot, with the billboard spot

[Hook]

[Trae:]

I remember many days, of me living I was a broke nigga

Couple hundred dollars, graduated to a joke nigga

But even still, I kept my hope high

Spit it with my soul, and watch them laugh as I would go by

But now it's official, the tables turned I got my weight up

And the homies I would kick it with, proceed to get they hate up

And it ain't in the open, it's behind my back

They don't wanna fuck up they chance, to be a part of my stacks

Like I'm a damn fool, but money don't make me my nigga I'm deeper than rap

I see right through you niggaz, know that I'm right on your track

But everybody think a nigga, be balling or something

But they ain't nowhere to be found, if I'm falling or something

It kinda hurt, to see the ones you love so quick to diss you

My baby mama, say don't call if it ain't beneficial

Ain't that a bitch, I been support her, since the early days

And it's my fault, I should of peeped you in your wearly ways

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