[Verse 1: Jogger]
Yeah
I chuck a deuce up to the good times
Homies just chillin' while I write new lines
Hit me 2 times
I just do whatever gets me, to make you mine
I try not to do crime
But that was back up in the day, when everything was much simpler
Homies locked up, I don't even know what to infer
Hanging out with Drew, playin' ball in the winter
I just wish I knew how life could be if I wasn't a kid first
Aye
But I'm still grateful, in spite of that
Pull up and I might attack, these rappers never fighting back
You know I spit the tightest rap...
And you see me in the game, man I'm lighting that
They still callin' me white and wack
But I'm happy with my current situation
If you hatin', man, you best get out my way then
All the fans waiting, man I need a reservation, hit the gym to get guns, I ain't got no registration
[Hook: Willis]
Can you free my mind?
Will everything be fine?
Takin' time tryna' find some peace...
And we gon' see good times
Ohhh
Half of me, is tryna' hold my mind
And then, we gon' go where the ocean lie
For the whole July
See those good times
Verse 2:
Yeah
Everybody raise your gla**, to the good times
All I'm tryna' do is make it to the Hollywood sign
If you were down to drive, then I probably could shine
If you having doubts, then it's probably not a good sign
Just 2 kids, tryna' make it on their own grind
Our future's so bright, we trying not to go blind
Having dreams of living up over the coastline
And I'm making it better while living and I'm just spitting if you don't mind
And my pockets getting fatter man it's looking like they're pregnant
All I spit is fire, homie come and get your severance
They always ask for proof, like let me go get a reference
When the world f** me over I'm celibate like a reverend
So once more to the times, I salute
I know I'm gifted, so money I might refuse
And I'm feeling so dope, it ain't the kind you can abuse
Hope my behavior as a kid, is something you can excuse
[Hook]