Hook: Billy Cook] The days of my life, the struggle I'm going through Cause times are too hard, but I gotta make it through The ghetto of my life, the
Traduction: Trae. Jours de ma vie.
call my own, different area codes popping up in my phone Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex It ain't got nothing to do with me, it's all about my
I provide promethazyne, so please pour out that whine But don't waste it on my new shoestrings, bitch I bang My bold laces, match the same color of my
be days like this But not a life like this, so I take a knife like this and slice like this Take life like this, fuck around and I take my own life like
me please I'm so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face Cause they got, a little cheese I'ma be on my way, to pay one of these days Ready
around my friends are turnin into foes I can't feel my days at hand please Heaven open up your doors I wanna live my life, my life but my life is coming
be strange to me Just ain't strange to me no more (Yeah I done seen this shit before) It's just another day outside my door, outside my door The shit
wood Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat Looking clean like soap Diamond rope on my
damage they image With these gorillas pumping something the color of spinach My street credibility straight, it ain't nothing to fix I did a show running my man told em copy my
pain (my pain), it runs deep share it with me [Trae:] Ain't nothing changed, I still sit watching the time go by I'm on a level of my own, cause motherfuckers
