Dark Days ft. Jefe Finesse Lyrics

Uh, Jefe.

Finesse, O.S., oh boy

Dope boy, yeah

Ridin' round my side of town, gotta keep my pistol

I done let him slide, next time around lil shorty gon hit you

Please keep it in these streets I don't got no time for internet beef, yeah

Bro gon' walk him down, he ain't gon' make a sound when he creep, yeah

Okay, let's get to the money

Dark days, it was never sunny, I'd slime him out like his nose is runny

Cut throat, I'm sippin' this tea

Big dog who bigger than me

Get it gon' like a vending machine

Trappin' out Alexander McQueen

Close friend was a fiend

Yeah, I make it look good on my worst day

Every day I put that shit on like it's my birthday

Imma get it the fast way, in these streets I'm puttin' in work

I remember the saddest days, thank the Lord, it could've been worse

Yeah, I make it look good on my worst day

Every day I put that shit on like it's my birthday

Imma get it the fast way, in these streets I'm puttin' in work

I remember the saddest days,

yes, sir

My brody in the Feds and he ain't comin' home

Hit the CO with some bands to smuggle in' the phone

Chrome heart hoodie on im, grippin' on the chrome

Couple shots to the Henny, get me in my zone

Where I'm from, you cop a chain, then you legendary

Opps say they spinnin', but my niggas never worry

Put a nigga in the sky like a retired jersey

Thots all up on my line, them bitches never worthy

They see me lit, I remember nights they used to curve me

Just left from out the trap my fingernails so dirty

Yeah, I make it look good on my worst day

Every day I put that shit on like it's my birthday

Imma get it the fast way, in these streets I'm puttin' in work

I remember the saddest days, thank the Lord, it could've been worse

Yeah, I make it look good on my worst day

Every day I put that shit on like it's my birthday

Imma get it the fast way, in these streets I'm puttin' in work

I remember the saddest days

Yeah, yeah