These Daze

[Hook]
I hop out fresh on arrival
Pull up, flex on arrival
Pull up, sex in the skypool
They used to ask me what I do
I hop out fresh on arrival
Pull up, flex on arrival
Pull up, sex in the skypool
They used to ask me what I do
But now, nowadays
I don't run out of bottles these days
I don't run out of ganja to blaze
Haven't run into problems in days
I been running them out of my lane
I don't run out of bottles these days
I don't run out of ganja to blaze
Haven't run into problems in days
I been running them out of my lane

[Verse 1]
Lately they tell me I'm winning
Lately they say I'm what the game is missing
But I been out here for a minute
Pushing the limits, look how I finesse
Look how I started at the bottom, look where I'm finished
I ain't playing if I ain't in it to win it
Fuck a label, do this shit independent
Road running turned me into a menace
I remember stuffing work in my denims
Dodging a sentence while rhyming in sentences
Nowadays I'm riding on Pegasus
Grinding, I'm tryna leave some kind of legacy
As a lil boy this was all just a fantasy
N.A.V gon' be a classic, bet The Heist will be a classic
I'm just tryna feed the masses, but still keep it G for the trap niggas
I was in the streets from the lapse with em
Bossed up when the motherfuckin' accident
Count it up you gon think I'm doing calculus
I'm putting work take a look at all the callouses

[Hook]
I hop out fresh on arrival
Pull up, flex on arrival
Pull up, sex in the skypool
They used to ask me what I do
I hop out fresh on arrival
Pull up, flex on arrival
Pull up, sex in the skypool
They used to ask me what I do
But now, nowadays
I don't run out of bottles these days
I don't run out of ganja to blaze
Haven't run into problems in days
I been running them out of my lane
I don't run out of bottles these days
I don't run out of ganja to blaze
Haven't run into problems in days
I been running them out of my lane

[Verse 2]
I'm the last nigga standing
The last one to panic
Tryna keep my head on the sofa cause I used to have a problem staying away from the bando
I'ma stack till my dough is gigantic
Even if I get a little dough, I'ma expand it
I got the little ones and it's organic
Now I'm tryna turn the wave into Atlantic
I did it for the bread for the [?]
I did it for the peeps, for my family
I swear these niggas sweet niggas candy
I can do this in my sleep, in my jammies
Listen I been doing this for weeks you could tell that I'm a beast
When they put me on the beat I turn savage
I wanna be the best, I ain't tryna waste breaths
I don't even rest on the Sabbath
N.A.V gon' be a classic, bet The Heist gon be a classic
I'm just tryna feed the masses, but still keep it G for the trappers
I was in the streets from the lapse with em
Bossed up when the motherfuckin' accident
Count it up you would think I'm doing calculus
I'm putting work take a look at all the callouses

[Hook]
I hop out fresh on arrival
Pull up, flex on arrival
Pull up, sex in the skypool
They used to ask me what I do
I hop out fresh on arrival
Pull up, flex on arrival
Pull up, sex in the skypool
They used to ask me what I do
But now, nowadays
I don't run out of bottles these days
I don't run out of ganja to blaze
Haven't run into problems in days
I been running them out of my lane
I don't run out of bottles these days
I don't run out of ganja to blaze
Haven't run into problems in days
I been running them out of my lane