These Days - E-40, Yhung T.O.

The throb slap in the Ghost

Put your finger on the trunk, feel the pulse

I never leave the teepee without the toast

You see the liquid on my chain, I flamboast

When I’m higher than Pluto, I eat menudo

Pastel de elote, might think I’m an esé

I sleep with my cuete, I’ll leave your ass wete

Vallejo, Cali-harm-ya, 7-O-siete

The Good Book is my buckler and shield

Death could come outta nowhere, like when the rock hit your windshield

That’s why I always keep a rototiller

When I’m out there in the field in the traffic making deals

Every stack I get, like Kaepernick, I kneel

Ain’t talking about no dinner but I need a meal

Release my niggas down waiting for appeal

In a gladiator tank, sharks and eels… BIATCH!

And these days, gotta watch who you trust

Keep that pistol by my side, in this block I trust

I came from nothin' so I had to run it up

They just wanna see me fail, they don’t wanna see me up

And I know the Lord chose me

To have the vision in what most don’t see

I got money, started hating on me

Niggas that I used to love tryna stonewall me

And I know money bring hate but I’ma keep getting this cake

And no, my soul won’t change

Real niggas can’t relate to the fake

And niggas wanna see me fall, so on my momma, I’ma ball

I know niggas wanna see me fall, so on my momma, I’ma ball, ball

Off top Tommy, rollin' up a mummy

Thumbin' through his money, thumper by his tummy

Blowin' on a branch, higher than an avalanche

Hazy like a forest fire in a Napa Valley ranch

Cash flow Cliff, sippin' on a fifth

Spill more liquor on his shirt, got a hole in his lip

Sitting on some cheddar and them niggas know better

Semi-auto wetter fly your head like a feather

Honey coochie slap, smell like a Life Saver

Baby booty stacked like a Sunday newspaper

Bitch, I’m a mack, not a caped crusader

Captain-Save-a-Batch?

Nope, I check yaper

Money on my mind, money on my mind

If I do the crime, I’ma do the time

Never drop a dime, never drop a dime

Hold water on my chest, high alkaline

And these days, gotta watch who you trust

Keep that pistol by my side, in this block I trust

I came from nothin' so I had to run it up

They just wanna see me fail, they don’t wanna see me up

And I know the Lord chose me

To have the vision in what most don’t see

I got money, started hating on me

Niggas that I used to love tryna stonewall me

And I know money bring hate but I’ma keep getting this cake

And no, my soul won’t change

Real niggas can’t relate to the fake

And niggas wanna see me fall, so on my momma, I’ma ball

I know niggas wanna see me fall, so on my momma, I’ma ball, ball

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