Wicked Minds, Fiesty 2 Guns, Chino Grande - Days Like This (Hostility) lyrics
[Wicked Minds, Fiesty 2 Guns, Chino Grande - Days Like This Hostility lyrics]
We Never Really Know What That Reason Is
Most Of The Time We Never Find Out
They Say That Things Ain't
Always What They Seem gotta Have Faith
Keep Your Head Up
No Matter What The Fuck Happens
I'm A Gutter Bound Baby
3 Dots Mean I'm Crazy them Tat's On My Head
They Let You Know that I'm A Straight G
I Ain't Never One To Really
Ask For No Hand Out if It Came Down To It
I'd Take You & Your Man Out
It's The Broke & The Famous
Carried Around A Stainless with 9mm
Hot Shells Flood The Pavement
You Ain't Gotta Ask look At Fox11
You Better Talk To Reverend
Why They Label Us The Peasants
We Carry Glocks Through Hood Spots
Put Dots & You Fools Watch
The Good Times, Bad Times
And Now Its The Flu Shots that's Whota
How The Fuck You Gonna Do The Moon Walk?
Its Been Fucked Up since The Doo-wop
It's A Trip pistol Grips In The Trunk
Now It's Too Late
Cause, I'm Bout To Really Go Buckwild
It's A Trip pistol Grips In The Trunk
Now It's Too Late
Cause, I'm Bout To Really Go Buckwild
Mama Said There'll Be Days Like This
Days Like This days Like This
I'm Coming From The Bottom
And I'm Going Till I'm Living
Through Out My Life shatter Fast Pace
Wasted On Nickels & Dimes grinded Daily
My Rhymes Were Break Spread
My Drive's On Fifth Gear
Down The Hill With No Break Pads laid Back
Bumping Misunderstood On Playback
My Gang Affiliations started Way Back When
The Raiders & The Kings
Those Were Bent From Elementary
Back Then When Gang Initiation's A Necessity
Rememberin'
While I'm Still Up In The Nonsense
Banging On The Block
With This Glock Nine Popping
These Hood Dreams
Got Me Aiming For The Sky Dog
These Hood Schemes
Got Me Aiming For The Other Guy Though
I Paid My Homage To The Streets
It's Where I'm From Dog
I'll Never Turn My Back From Em
I'm Comin' From The Slums Dog
But Watch Me Rise like A Diamond In The Ruff
See The Anger In My Eyes
As I Fly Through The Dust
Times Been Hard and It Just Gettin' Worse
I Keep Having Visions of Myself In A Hearse
And Everybody That I Know is Up To No Good
One Word To Describe My Life misunderstood
What Can I Say i Had A Fucked Day
Or Should I Say Life
Cause, It Cuts Like A Knife
I Gotta Do What I Gotta Do
To Make Things Right
And Every Step That I Take
Its Just Another Fight life Is A Struggle
Gotta Have That Hustle
Everything I Fucked With turns In To Trouble
Smiling Faces watch Out For Them Cowards
They'll Catch Ya Off-Guard
Like Bates In The Shower
Economy's All Fucked Up
You Know What That Means
The Rich Gettin' Richer
While The Rest Of Us Bleed
With All That I Know
In The End The Sun Will Shine
This Life For The Good Times & Bad Times