"Times Of A Good Lad" lyrics
Upper Clapton dream
It's crazy
Yo, I ain't never lived no times of a good lad
Time they tried to rush me, bare times man had to circle back
They shanked my nigga, Banks, might have to go to war for that
And where the fuck's that pussy now? Somebody tell me that
From young, I wanted to live this life, I'm blood working
And now I'm gettin' old, I'm thinkin', fam, is it really worth it?
I've way far too turn back, man, that's for certain
And niggas wanna kill me, blood, I stay around some burners
You see this rap shit and all the fans I have
Got me confused 'cause I don't know what niggas thinkin', fam
You don't know if they wanna make a track with man
Or wanna line a nigga up and bring the mash for man
Yo, fam-O just found my nigga Kim
Tell 'em fight with a task, blood, you know he's got my ting
Yo, seventeen in the clip
Drive by, I'll put that whole seventeen in your whip
Fam, remember when they fuckin' rushed Kim
When he was my doggie, they was hidin' when I was riding
With that dirty
Man had to go that other side, the man weren't movin' properly
Blow, blow with that nineteen, my nigga, Frogsie
Then blow, blow, shhh, choke, my nigga G-O
Then blow, blow, and shh-shh, wrote, that was me though
Fam, you rid out, I fuckin' fought with a specie
Fireman, real fuckin' fireman, my nigga, Kenny
And who came with a star on the chain, my nigga, Smokey
I first brought the ting to buck the newsstand and store key
And all the work that I put in on these roads, B
How the fuck could that not be rude? You must be smoking
Don't act crazy on the high road, I show you from now, blood
It get's crazy on the high road
Pioneered the shot, my man, and he's brave on the high road
Kim was strapped with a four and a safe, fuckin' high road
And yo, fam, my hood is so nuts
Straps his twelve when he blow that ting to Norfolk club
Fam, I used to go box blood and see the man them bless
Now I'm tryna go box, blood and see them man them dead
Through my nigga, Humble, banged up his wall
Don't forever get that nigga, he's a banger who's raw
Yo, G stacks, little banger is raw
He was fighting with an eight and like twenty-seven shells
It's crazy
Yo, I ain't never lived no times of a good lad
Time they tried to rush me, bare times man had to circle back
They shanked my nigga, Banks, might have to go to war for that
And where the fuck's that pussy now? Somebody tell me that
From young, I wanted to live this life, I'm blood working
And now I'm gettin' old, I'm thinkin', fam, is it really worth it?
I've way far too turn back, man, that's for certain
And niggas wanna kill me, blood, I stay around some burners
You see this rap shit and all the fans I have
Got me confused 'cause I don't know what niggas thinkin', fam
You don't know if they wanna make a track with man
Or wanna line a nigga up and bring the mash for man
Yo, fam-O just found my nigga Kim
Tell 'em fight with a task, blood, you know he's got my ting
Yo, seventeen in the clip
Drive by, I'll put that whole seventeen in your whip
Fam, remember when they fuckin' rushed Kim
When he was my doggie, they was hidin' when I was riding
With that dirty
Man had to go that other side, the man weren't movin' properly
Blow, blow with that nineteen, my nigga, Frogsie
Then blow, blow, shhh, choke, my nigga G-O
Then blow, blow, and shh-shh, wrote, that was me though
Fam, you rid out, I fuckin' fought with a specie
Fireman, real fuckin' fireman, my nigga, Kenny
And who came with a star on the chain, my nigga, Smokey
I first brought the ting to buck the newsstand and store key
And all the work that I put in on these roads, B
How the fuck could that not be rude? You must be smoking
Don't act crazy on the high road, I show you from now, blood
It get's crazy on the high road
Pioneered the shot, my man, and he's brave on the high road
Kim was strapped with a four and a safe, fuckin' high road
And yo, fam, my hood is so nuts
Straps his twelve when he blow that ting to Norfolk club
Fam, I used to go box blood and see the man them bless
Now I'm tryna go box, blood and see them man them dead
Through my nigga, Humble, banged up his wall
Don't forever get that nigga, he's a banger who's raw
Yo, G stacks, little banger is raw
He was fighting with an eight and like twenty-seven shells
