E-40, Yhung T.O. - These Days lyrics

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
Pozole elote, might think I'm an esé
I sleep with my cuete
I'll leave your ass muerte
Vallejo, Cali harm ya, 7-O-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 makin' deals
Every stack I get, like Kaepernick, I kneel
Ain't talkin' about no dinner but
I need a meal
Release my niggas down waitin' for appeal
In a gladiator tank, sharks and eelsbiATCH!

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 hatin' on me
Niggas 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 niggas can't relate to the fake
And niggas wanna see me fall, so on my mama
I'ma ball i know niggas 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
Sittin' on some cheddar and
Them niggas 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'm a 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 hatin' on me
Niggas 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 niggas can't relate to the fake
And niggas wanna see me fall, so on my mama
I'ma ball i know niggas wanna see me fall
So on my mama, I'ma ball, ball