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Lyrify.me

DAYS LIKE THIS by Nickelus F Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2014

[Chorus]
I tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"
"We gon’ be out in the rain till it gets sunny"
Tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"

[Verse 1]
Ah, shit
Woke up two hours late—but at least I woke up
Pull up two hours late—at least I showed up
Ya ain’t got no smoke here, least y’all can po’ up
Something like a foot in the air, I’m all toe up
Momma always told me one day I’ll be on my only
Gettin’ down for my lonely, I get down if niggas owe me
I’m engaged with my hustle I married the cash that’s on me
But we divorced every time I go shopping, fuck matrimony shit
Tires flat but I’m still rolling, they fired my ass
But I’m still in motion, my boat: it floats the ocean
My sail is still catching wind, progression until I end
Till I drink too much, pass out and never wake up again
So many people done doubted, I know your vision is clouded
I can see this big mountain, I’ll figure my way around it bitch
I can hear the whispers you niggas might as well shout it
Like the fans in the pit, this venue is getting crowded
[Chorus]
Watch me make it on they ass
I tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"
"We gon’ be out in the rain till it gets sunny"
Tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"
Watch me make it on they ass
I tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"
"We gon’ be out in the rain till it gets sunny"
Tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"

[Verse 2]
Imma stack this money to the sky-y
I used to sit in silence, in fear of saying something stupid
Now I spit the science, I put “get rich” on my to-do list
Trying to get it all and use rap as a conduit
Hustle the whole world just watch how the con do it
Can’t wait to tell my homies we on, let’s get to it
Spend less time watching porns and gettin zooted
Construct these rhymes in my construct, stumbling booted
I’m a demon on the beat you can’t rebuke it
Get a crucifix
Do as thou wilt, living how we choose it
We don’t drink alcohol at all, we abuse it
We don’t keep that paper in the dutch, we remove it
Takin flight in real life my dreams are now lucid
I control it all, I fell back they weren’t feeling that
You would think I’m of rock the way they want their nickel back
Most of the people sleeping, you see it and I figured that
Eat a bowl of pause, pull my zipper back
[Chorus]
Watch me make it on they ass
I tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"
"We gon’ be out in the rain till it gets sunny"
Tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"
Watch me make it on they ass
Tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"
"We gon’ be out in the rain till it gets sunny"
Tell my niggas, "Grind, go hard, get money"