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(feat. Trae, C-Note) [Hook:] 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 struggle, it ain't right But I gotta move on, strapped with my chrome Cause I feel like they coming for me, but I'ma keep rolling on A guerilla, going out like a soldier That's mobbing, till it's over [Billy Cook:] These are the days of my life, all the things that I'm going through Cause times are so hard, but can't let it get the best of you See my daddy, passed away What use to be sunny days are no more, just sad and all rainy days Left nine kids behind, trying to fill his shoes Taking care of my mama, the way you raised me to Four boys and five girls, left with tears in their eyes And like your best friend, who saw your last smile Daddy we need you, tell me what do I do You carried this family, and the whole hood too The skills and memories, that I have left of you A legacy you built, you were a one man crew Worked your fingers to the bone, till you took your last breath SongtexteBut your boys gon finish, what you started that's a bet It's a struggle everyday, these are the days of my life But I gotta maintain, so I don't lose my mind [Hook] [C-Note:] Don't spend most of your time, thinking bout the small thangs Cause I'ma come through, and show you how to ball mayn Clover is the hood, but Botany is the block Where we escaped from them cops, and survived a hundred shots What's real what's not, it's all them non-believers Cut and copy all my styles, but you non-achievers Screwed Up Click we the shit, nigga that be authentic And it ain't Screwed Up Click nigga, if I ain't in it Talk down on my hood, and I'm coming to get ya Cause the days of my life, like a motion picture Got a pound of endo, and I'm splitting them swishers Trying to roll so much dro, till my thumbs get blisters Yeah mayn move caine, like I'm back on the block Got that white man powder, cause I don't fuck with the rock Still it's Botany Big Shots, whether you like it or not Clover Geez keep it hot, with the billboard spot [Hook] [Trae:] I remember many days, of me living I was a broke nigga Couple hundred dollars, graduated to a joke nigga But even still, I kept my hope high Spit it with my soul, and watch them laugh as I would go by But now it's official, the tables turned I got my weight up And the homies I would kick it with, proceed to get they hate up And it ain't in the open, it's behind my back They don't wanna fuck up they chance, to be a part of my stacks Like I'm a damn fool, but money don't make me my nigga I'm deeper than rap I see right through you niggaz, know that I'm right on your track But everybody think a nigga, be balling or something But they ain't nowhere to be found, if I'm falling or something It kinda hurt, to see the ones you love so quick to diss you My baby mama, say don't call if it ain't beneficial Ain't that a bitch, I been support her, since the early days And it's my fault, I should of peeped you in your wearly ways [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania