Good Old Days lyrics

[Intro]
Oh!
Yeah!

[Verse]
Ain't tryna see a n*gga make it
Ain't sh*t change, fake n*ggas hit the main switch
One Girl, you can't never call her main b*tch
'Cos f*cking b*tches in the game sh*t 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 n*gga 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 sh*t 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 sh*t a n*gga 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 n*ggas down with me, down with me
All my n*ggas down with me, down with me
All my n*ggas ride with me, ride with me
All you n*ggas doubting me, doubting me
All my n*ggas down with me, down with me
All my n*ggas down with me, down with me
All my n*ggas ride with me, ride with me
All you n*ggas doubting me, doubting me
[Outro]
Type of sh*t 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 sh*t a n*gga 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