These Days (feat. Bobby D & Whu IV) Video (MV)

P on the beat so you know it's straight heat
Up all night nigga you know we can't sleep
24, 24 yes I'm in another mode
I've been tryna run it up
Shout out Rouse
We need more, couple more hits
Yes for sure
Couple more videos you already know
What it do
Right now it's me and Whu
Tryna run it up, I despise all of y'all Who get in the booth and lie about the truth
These days I stay away
These days I roll up and smoke away the pain
These days I stay away
These days I roll up and smoke away the pain
These days I've been running up a check
And I ain't worried about who's next
I can teach you how to flex nigga, shit
I've been chilling lonely thinking
Take a look up at the ceiling
Thanking god a nigga breathing nigga
Triple four, I need another one
Don't count your blessings
Upon us we gon' have it some
These days not about love
We tryna grab em some
I might run this shit back
We not just one and done
These days no looking back
I leave this shit behind me
I felt some anger so deep
I wanted to catch a body
My niggas, my brothers, my family
Ain't no way around it
Chrome dome gon match the heart
You know a nigga solid
Solid into my grave
In the studio all slave
We all gon' be crew chains
Something like a crusade
Crucial with the wordplay
Trust me though
I've been waiting for this shit
Plus I got plenty flows
Never learned them, they're embedded
I just had to grow
Now Prizm send me over beats
And I just let it flow
Prizm send me over packs
And I'm on a roll
Blunt roll in the zone
You know I tap it in a mode
My mama said, my mama said
That I was born to be great
Cause I always pack a hit
Like Bobby Boucher
And it's always off the top
Like a toupee I was tryna put em on
But now it's too late
Cause the music bout to take me
Where I should've been
Cold niggas with a pen
And it's evident
We was born to win
So we can't lose
Easy with these words
Cause it's all true
Built to lose but I was born to win
Take a flight, get the money
Then I board again
Shit
If God call I'm a star
And let the phone ring twice
I was praying by the times
I was broke, no price
This shit is deeper than the beats
I have you beat on sight
These niggas crashing out
Real rum, you ain't no rice
I'll be around the way
The haters, he will come and play
I can point em out
You and you, let's run the fade
Leave you down and out
But let you see another day
Or turn your water off
And leave you stinking where you lay
I can turn the violence
To violins, no strings attached
We done went from bonded
To bonded, a ring to match
I can promise time after time
But what I'm doing next
Me and Bobby vibe after vibe
So who we dropping next?
Bottle up some wine
Pen and paper, shit I'm saying less
I Just Pray
When it's time these people let me say the rest
These days I stay away
These days I roll up
And smoke away the pain
These days I stay away
These days I roll up And smoke away the pain
As of these days
As of these days
As of these days