Abstract - Days Like This Lyrics

Riding round town in that blacked out whip, no it’s not sprained but I got that ice on my wrist, That’s a Olive skin chick she attached to my hip, rolled the dice just to get to paradise like this,
Riding round town in that blacked out whip, no it’s not sprained but I got that ice on my wrist, That’s a Olive skin chick she attached to my hip, rolled the dice just to get to paradise like this
They told me I’d never get to see, Days like this, they said it was all a Dream, whole script flipped, what’s reality to me, nights like this, I wonder where I’d be

If I had listened to critics who never made a difference, courtside while the boy slide better bench a gimmick, I’m real with it your strings lifted put on a show, Jiminy Cricket he’s in your ear passing you quotes, driver seat I never sit where passengers go, known to rap but I snap on hooks like Passenger though, up and comers intercept like I passed em the flow, I’m tryna touch down in a PJ just pass me the dough, at lunch time I had punch lines coming out my throat, nowadays it seems bars just don’t matter no mo, if it ain’t silver platter then it’s over your head, mumble rappers sound smarter than wanna be’s I guess, a lot words for you to use for you not say nothing, your lyrical spherical miracles lacking the substance, nowadays the word talent way too much in discussion, sorry if I’m sounding bitter I wish that I wasn’t

Riding round town in that blacked out whip, no it’s not sprained but I got that ice on my wrist, That’s a Olive skin chick she attached to my hip, rolled the dice just to get to paradise like this,
They told me I’d never get to see, Days like this, they said it was all a Dream, whole script flipped, what’s reality to me, nights like this, I wonder where I’d be

Riding round town in that blacked out whip, no it’s not sprained but I got that ice on my wrist, That’s a Olive skin chick she attached to my hip, rolled the dice just to get to paradise like this

Vision potent, you hear it I wrote it, lived it or living with it, my life in my lyrics that’s why it hits your spirit, pen game like I ghost for the dopest around, concepts been more than profound, name escalated my feet won’t ever detach from the ground, humble but don’t muzzle my confidence, ambience got me bubbling, but it’s troubling when idols slacking And you start wondering where the muscle went, guess it my turn so I’m giving you 100 percent, Suicide the vibe when I get tired of it, I don’t repackage mine I sell the song and chuck it, your favorite rapper predictable like a Mickey D’s, I’m 7 gourmet courses but won’t force you to eat

They told me I’d never get to see, Days like this, they said it was all a Dream, whole script flipped, what’s reality to me, nights like this, I wonder where I’d be, They told me I’d never get to see, Days like this, they said it was all a Dream, whole script flipped, what’s reality to me, nights like this, I wonder where I’d be, Riding round town in that blacked out whip, no it’s not sprained but I got that ice on my wrist, That’s a Olive skin chick she attached to my hip, rolled the dice just to get to paradise like this