Deca - These Days lyrics

[Hook] These days the world seems so strange to me These Lames are not what they claim to be Live fast, die young; that's the easy road Slow down live long you've got a ways to go [Verse 1] These days things are strange Broke the chains without eat the gain I don't need an 80 milligram to ease the pain Put a little bit of chief in a beat that bangs I maintain Beat the game, I put it down Then talk a young lady out of evening gown I was only playing around They see me in a ‘95 single in clown Packed in the deck got around like Optic Before they hit him up and turned him into a prophet I could catch a bullet out of the air with chopsticks Asada with a habanero, I'm hot sh** The hot garbage in the badlands Throw that promo in a trashcan Sellable serenader innovator With a pen and paper in hand I'm a very bad man. (God damn.) Who you know that can do it like this? Flat broke and they said it was a lucrative biz I gotta make a little something to put food in the fridge In a white tee, you can see through to my ribs Let me up in the mix to uplift I'll blow it to bits and serve anyone provoking the kid I got next Got to give to get respect I represent life crew, but I'm fresh to d**h Facing a chump The chumps are going to front They can say what they want But man they can't hang [Breakdown] I've got some people to see I've got some places to go I've got a name in the streets I'm out here making that dough I've got no people to see I've got no places to go I've got a demon in me I think its taking control [Verse 2] Consider it done With the flick of a tongue The uninhibited one I hit it and run Wash the bed sheets Open a window; It stinks like s**, cigarettes, and endo Criminal minimal with a mind like Chris Block your shine and it the limelight switch. (uh huh) Total eclipse to my right sh** Claiming the throne, they made the world in my likeness Let me get up in there for your benefit I'm in an independent, imminent, definite, to better the image And I'm in it to win it, I've got bills to pay You haven't had a good meal in days I ain't out here making any kind of money And I don't have a name in the streets, I look bummy In the same pair of kicks that I rocked way back And a black fitted cap to match and that's that Bonafide heat, got them breaking their neck Break bread, break it down, without breaking a sweat Breakbeats, to b-boys, to boogie and bounce Pick it up, pick it up, when I'm putting it down I've got a whole lot to do with my view But I dropped j**els and they got confused You better hurry up or get left behind I represent life crew, but I'm d**h defying Faking a funk The chumps are going to front They can say what they want But man they can't hang [Hook] These days the world seems so strange to me These Lames are not what they claim to be Live fast, die young; that's the easy road Slow down live long you've got a ways to go