These Daze Lyrics

[Hook]

I hop out fresh on arrival

Pull up, flex on arrival

Pull up, sex in the skypool

They used to ask me what I do

I hop out fresh on arrival

Pull up, flex on arrival

Pull up, sex in the skypool

They used to ask me what I do

But now, nowadays

I don't run out of bottles these days

I don't run out of ganja to blaze

Haven't run into problems in days

I been running them out of my lane

I don't run out of bottles these days

I don't run out of ganja to blaze

Haven't run into problems in days

I been running them out of my lane



[Verse 1]

Lately they tell me I'm winning

Lately they say I'm what the game is missing

But I been out here for a minute

Pushing the limits, look how I finesse

Look how I started at the bottom, look where I'm finished

I ain't playing if I ain't in it to win it

Fuck a label, do this shit independent

Road running turned me into a menace

I remember stuffing work in my denims

Dodging a sentence while rhyming in sentences

Nowadays I'm riding on Pegasus

Grinding, I'm tryna leave some kind of legacy

As a lil boy this was all just a fantasy

N.A.V gon' be a classic, bet The Heist will be a classic

I'm just tryna feed the masses, but still keep it G for the trap niggas

I was in the streets from the lapse with em

Bossed up when the motherfuckin' accident

Count it up you gon think I'm doing calculus

I'm putting work take a look at all the callouses



[Hook]

I hop out fresh on arrival

Pull up, flex on arrival

Pull up, sex in the skypool

They used to ask me what I do

I hop out fresh on arrival

Pull up, flex on arrival

Pull up, sex in the skypool

They used to ask me what I do

But now, nowadays

I don't run out of bottles these days

I don't run out of ganja to blaze

Haven't run into problems in days

I been running them out of my lane

I don't run out of bottles these days

I don't run out of ganja to blaze

Haven't run into problems in days

I been running them out of my lane



[Verse 2]

I'm the last nigga standing

The last one to panic

Tryna keep my head on the sofa cause I used to have a problem staying away from the bando

I'ma stack till my dough is gigantic

Even if I get a little dough, I'ma expand it

I got the little ones and it's organic

Now I'm tryna turn the wave into Atlantic

I did it for the bread for the [?]

I did it for the peeps, for my family

I swear these niggas sweet niggas candy

I can do this in my sleep, in my jammies

Listen I been doing this for weeks you could tell that I'm a beast

When they put me on the beat I turn savage

I wanna be the best, I ain't tryna waste breaths

I don't even rest on the Sabbath

N.A.V gon' be a classic, bet The Heist gon be a classic

I'm just tryna feed the masses, but still keep it G for the trappers

I was in the streets from the lapse with em

Bossed up when the motherfuckin' accident

Count it up you would think I'm doing calculus

I'm putting work take a look at all the callouses



[Hook]

I hop out fresh on arrival

Pull up, flex on arrival

Pull up, sex in the skypool

They used to ask me what I do

I hop out fresh on arrival

Pull up, flex on arrival

Pull up, sex in the skypool

They used to ask me what I do

But now, nowadays

I don't run out of bottles these days

I don't run out of ganja to blaze

Haven't run into problems in days

I been running them out of my lane

I don't run out of bottles these days

I don't run out of ganja to blaze

Haven't run into problems in days

I been running them out of my lane