Them Days

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, grrr

JUZ can you pass the fucking jay?)

I remember them days,

Stand on the block all day, move here, move there, get paid

You don't want smoke with us, you know that shit is laced

Damn, I might smoke too much, this shit go to my brain

But every time I hit that shit, I fuckin' blast off

Remember seein' bro with a can, you know he smokin' that crack rock

Ice done broke my wrist, might have to take that cast off

You can turn up to this shit, no, this is not a sad song

All you laughin' now, but I'll make millions off a laptop