Trae Tha Truth, Billy Cook, C-Note - Days of My Life lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Billy Cook, C-Note - Days of My Life lyrics]
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
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
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
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 niggas
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
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
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
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
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 niggas
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