Good Old Days by Ecco Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh!
Yeah!

[Verse]
Ain't tryna see a nigga make it
Ain't shit change, fake niggas hit the main switch
One Girl, you can't never call her main bitch
'Cos fucking bitches in the game shit dangerous
Me and J.J looking for the pay day
Throwing parties in the city big enough for birthdays
Got the lamb tatted on me coz I'm not a G.O.A.T
I'm highly favoured, I'm Joseph, I got the colour code
Sell me out, I'mma come back with the 100 gold
Yeah God bless me with a 100 fold
Fresh prince, yeah I do what I will
When I die I'll leave a 100 million to all my kids, yeah
Lil Mommy she a 10, she a deal feel
Shorty booty going round like ferris wheel
Call her mommy, she call me pappy, she know I'm poppin'
She bout' to pop it whenever I tell her baby pop it
[Bridge]
Lil Mommy she a 10, she a deal feel
I don't wana feel no pain
No, no pain
No, no, no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
R.I.P my nigga D, spill a hennessy
Lil bro sippin lean, man he couldn't sleep
He was only 23, yeah
Now they pay 23 just to get on stage
Type of shit we used to think about always
I'm just tryna go back to them good old days
I don't wana feel no pain
No, no pain
No, no, no, no

[Chorus]
Type of shit a nigga used to think about always
I'm just tryna go back to them good old days
I don't wana feel no pain
No, no pain
No, no, no, no

[Bridge]
All my niggas down with me, down with me
All my niggas down with me, down with me
All my niggas ride with me, ride with me
All you niggas doubting me, doubting me
All my niggas down with me, down with me
All my niggas down with me, down with me
All my niggas ride with me, ride with me
All you niggas doubting me, doubting me
[Outro]
Type of shit that we used to think about always
I'm just tryna go back to them good old days
I don't wana feel no pain
No, no pain
No, no, no, no
Type of shit a nigga used to think about always
I'm just tryna go back to them good old days
I don't wana feel no pain
No, no pain
No, no, no, no