FoFoProd - Times Like These (Track 1 on Man On a Mission ) lyrics
[FoFoProd - Times Like These Track 1 on Man On a Mission lyrics]
I’m unto better things
I ain’t looking back (Nah)
Got my mom a check, and a Louis bag
Time to celebrate it
Cause everyday is payday
Got it out the mud, now we made it
20 Gs on my plate just for the pain
Me and bro twins, but we ain’t the same
Everyday is a day off
But we grind just like the playoffs
Time’s guap but I won’t lay off
Big dreams, I’m bouta take off
From the bottom to the top how we did it
They ain’t believed in us, I admit it
Had your back, you had my bag
I ain’t with it
Next time I get the bag, I won’t split it
And my dawg he a boss (yeah)
Never gotten a loss
He gon’ ride ‘til the wheels fall
I’ma pass him the ball
All this ice on my throat
You don’t know what it cost (yeah)
And my wrist is on froze (yeah)
You can call me Jack Frost
(Times like these, times like these)
(yeah times like these)
I’m unto better things
I ain’t looking back (Nah)
Got my mom a check, and a Louis bag
Time to celebrate it
Cause everyday is payday
Got it out the mud, now we made it
20 Gs on my plate just for the pain
Me and bro twins, but we ain’t the same
Everyday is a day off
But we grind just like the playoffs
Time’s guap but I won’t lay off
Big dreams I’m bouta take off
I ain’t looking back (Nah)
Got my mom a check, and a Louis bag
Time to celebrate it
Cause everyday is payday
Got it out the mud, now we made it
20 Gs on my plate just for the pain
Me and bro twins, but we ain’t the same
Everyday is a day off
But we grind just like the playoffs
Time’s guap but I won’t lay off
Big dreams, I’m bouta take off
From the bottom to the top how we did it
They ain’t believed in us, I admit it
Had your back, you had my bag
I ain’t with it
Next time I get the bag, I won’t split it
And my dawg he a boss (yeah)
Never gotten a loss
He gon’ ride ‘til the wheels fall
I’ma pass him the ball
All this ice on my throat
You don’t know what it cost (yeah)
And my wrist is on froze (yeah)
You can call me Jack Frost
(Times like these, times like these)
(yeah times like these)
I’m unto better things
I ain’t looking back (Nah)
Got my mom a check, and a Louis bag
Time to celebrate it
Cause everyday is payday
Got it out the mud, now we made it
20 Gs on my plate just for the pain
Me and bro twins, but we ain’t the same
Everyday is a day off
But we grind just like the playoffs
Time’s guap but I won’t lay off
Big dreams I’m bouta take off