These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke
These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke
These them good days
Staring at the ceiling fan reminiscing
High as fuck speaker blasting while I mopped the kitchen
Minimum wage, remember them days
Man I was fucked up, switched up my ways and now I'm chilling,
Take another L to the face dawg we winning
Ain't always been this way we was drowning now we swimming
All it takes is patience, fuck them allegations
Make them niggas that was hating say congratulations
We light up, gut a Dutch, grab a wrap
Call me Pastor Clever, cause I need it for my cataracts
If it's pay day, hit the dealer gotta grab a sack
If we ain't got no where to go, smoke em back to back
That's just how it be though
Smoke wherever we go
Patience running thin, ain't the same nigga as before
So I sit back, light a J
Dealer hit me right away
And the numbers look right when I weigh
These them good days
Ay man, this that shit you said you got from homeboy
Shit fire bruh, this shit fire as fuck
These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke
These them good days, good music, good smoke
Let all the stress and worries go
Steady moving fast, sometimes gotta move slow
Sit back, light it, take a toke
These them good days
Roll up ignite it
Keep them issues private
We might get
In some other shit it's the right fit
For the occasion we blazing light this
What am I tasting, I'm gazing like "shit"
Nigga I'm high as fuck
Ain't no way I'd rather be getting my profits up
Tell me who stopping us
And I'll show you a man that's mistaking
Just another barrier that I'm breaking
Gotta show some loyalty for me to just call you bro
Keep an old head in the clique, the more you know
When will they understand I'm not your average joe
Came a long way, still a long way to go (Real shit)
Still need a day to smoke and chill, we done grown up
Debt collectors all on my line they blow my phone up
Ain't ruining the day with the stress of a bill
Don't know how we'll get through but we will
These them good days
Damn son, I'm gone bruh, what time is it?
Oh shit damn, forgot to hit her back