LA Times

[Verse 1]
Welcome to the next one, this the granddaddy of them all
You're my step son, told you i shouldn’t get involved
I'd have left em, brushed it under carpet when i swept them
Hit you with wow, just to teach you all lesson
There's something in my rearview, there's something in the rap
Look at all the people that I ain't never getting back
Loaded with the rounds, I go bar for bar
You never sell, I’m saying its an awful loss
You don’t love music, dawg you just off and on
This for the tracks rapped often on
This for the list of greatest that did it
I ain't never stop till I cross them off
At the red light, gotta catch my breath
Dawg gotta get my head right
I'ma need some space man catch me on the red eye
Couldn't see your face, y’all sleeping on the bed like
Listen how you say it like, err night

[Hook]
These, were the times,if you know didn’t know
Em' blasting out the speaker of the stereo
She's fine like them girls in the videos
And I’m stuck, I don’t think I’m ever letting go

[Verse 2]
Welcome to my rookie season, favorite girl in attendance
The height of my success, depends on all my friendships
Should I, keep focused and miss out on all the bitches?
I know, I made my way with them, and now all of it switches
Until it tells me you are nothing new though
Forget about the future and spit on what you do know
In case you hear me, rearrange the whole flow
And bring it right back as soon people screaming don’t go!
How about McKinley? You told me you would never leave
Once I finished high school I was going straight to league
I was never lied to, though I'd probably like to
Really figure out what makes you tick and whats inside you
Never going to lie down, Sus in the eyebrow
Look at you looking at me, I tell them bye now
Where ever y'all come from, go on, get it Whinehouse
Whatever I meant it, wonder what you’d find out

[Hook]
These, were the times,if you know didn’t know
Em' blasting out the speaker of the stereo
She's fine like them girls in the videos
And I’m stuck, I don’t think I’m ever letting go

[Verse 3]
Damn girl, is it real no longer?
Pounding the liquor, make me feel so stronger
Oh! What a genius, I had seen it, premonitions
Get them straight As, I’m on the brink of new addiction
Diamonds in the eyes, hard to see you’re being truthful
Product of a madness when the city's never neutral
Got my old mind wise, I’m trying to keep it youthful
I’ve done my own crimes that's doing more than what its used for
You had embodied my mind and my soul, and this hope for the best had me out of control
Look at this hell, why won’t it fold?
Probably the reason this boy 'bout to blow
I’m chosen, J hit the light, I’m focused
Gold with mic I’m holding
Flow kinda right, I know this
It's time y’all to know me like

[Outro]
These were the times
These were the times
These were the times
These were the times