Matteo - Good Days Lyrics

Man, this so tight
Always going crazy, I'm so nice
Never to the fakes tho, goodbye
If you not supporting, it's goodbye
Like don't try, cause you not with it
Man, I got the sauce, and I'm out spendin'
My f*cking pay, cause I just did it
Outstanding, I'm so different, like oh
Think I told y'all that one time
Always kill the beat, that's in no time
Give me 10 minutes and a co-sign
Then I'm worldwide like 09
And 11 too, man, I can't forget
Cause we never do, I'm blowing up
I'm staying true, man, I'm never fake
That's why y'all do, like what?
Hit em with the sauce
Tryna hit licks, man, I'm just tryna ball
Yeah, get 'em like "wow
That shit crazy, he too cold"
Aye, feeling like "oh"
Kill it every time I hit the beat like "yo"
Aye, I'm just going crazy when I hit 'em like "oh", like oh
When the flow switching, I'm so different, I'm so different (Different)
Yeah, they all switching, they changing moods, they all different
Where's the real rap? Look, I'm tryna listen, man, I'm tryna listen
But I'm 'bout to throw you motherf*ckers out, like this shit was a damn eviction, aye

Good Days is on the way
Know that we gon' get paid
All them lames out my way
I'm just tryna flex till I'm gone, aye
Good Days is on the way
Know that we gon' get paid
All them lames out my way
I'm just tryna flex till I'm gone, aye

When I'm going like this, and I'm flowing like this
My emotion heightened, they emotion; frightened
Cause they know I'll kill it, and they know I'll bring it
I ain't R. Kelly, but I'm still convicted
For pissing off these rappers all the time, man
I ain't got no motherf*cking time, man
Tryna be the best with the rhymes, man
Better with time, like wine, man
Red or white, man, it don't matter
Serving dead rappers on a gold platter
Hungry for some time, know I'll go at 'em
Coming for they throat, but I'm no Adam
Huh, get it? Probably not
Cause I'm too fast, like that new drop top
When I'm on the track, man, it goes "pop-pop"
Killing y'all careers, and I'm never gon' stop, cause

Good days is on the way
Know that we gon' get paid
All them lames out out my way
I'm just tryna flex till I'm gone, aye
Good days is on the way
Know that we gon' get paid
All them lames out out my way
I'm just tryna flex till I'm gone, aye