Times Of A Good Lad

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