Dangerous Times

[Intro]
Make sure that door locked
What did I tell you 'bout buyin' wrong kinda blunts, man?
You wan' smoke them shits
(It's for real)

[Verse 1]
Two nines and a stick, I'm no Gretzky
That's three lethal weapons, Mel Gibson and Joe Pesci
Don't test me, the flow sick, no Hep C
Diamond slit by and blew the can cone Pepsi (What?)

[Bridge]
Back in the— back— back in the— (Diamonds)
(It's for real) Back in the— back— back in the— (It's-it's-it's-it's The Umbrella, bitch)
(It's for real) Back in the— back— back in the day (It's for real) Back— days— (Diamonds)

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
Ayo, lemon squeezin', winner breeze and we watchin' Killa Season
You on berief, man
We play the odds, them shit get even like Steven
Bowlin' shoes, Alexander McQueenin'
We seen it clear like sixty-inch zenith
These burners, I bring in Xzibit to paint your whip
Pimp Your Ride, I used to rob shit but those was different times (For real)
Expensive gear to shift the vibe, I grip the side and rip the slide
Balance life and death with the—
A gift from God
And these Venice 700's, I can walk on water
Not get wet, pandemic fuckin' up my aurody
'Troit 1, Coney Island fuckin' up my order
Told them niggas "Chili fries", I said that shit like twenty times
I shoulda went to Five Guys (Guys)
I was nice in '05 ('5)
When it was me socin' price, that's word to life how time flys
Shit feel like a montage, I catch you from the blindside and flash your light before your eyes
These is dangerous times (It's for real)

[Outro]
Back in the day— day— days
Back in the day— day— day— days