Times Like This

Devon:
Aye january I'm sorry man I've been trying hard too keep up
I've been fucked up and out of place if you need me just speak up
I've been so lost in this city
Feeling like everyone with me
Got this girl saying she single
While her boyfriend tryna get me
He's just jealous
With my fellas, XI gang
We the realest fuck your crew
What we do
Show you how the cars be dealing
He just blow time
For the show time
That fame will come in no time
The money and the power over less more than a hour, uh
Cause I got something that yall need, the mannerisms
And how can you be talkin' too women no manners givin'?
No class, niggas ain't gettin' no cash
You thinkin' you the real but your team be gettin' the most laughs
How that feel too you too know that we too real than you
This my ma'fuckin' team, we be fuckin' killin' you
If you are just jealous you can take it off my manager
Niggas know we been busy
We be ridin' around in the city
Fuck yall

Devon (Hook):
I'm dealing with some things girl you need too live with that
(x3)

Dutchboy:
Just caught up in this past girl I ain't never letting her go
And I been faded out in these songs too make I ain't never letting her know
And the problems I be totem with gone be the reason why I'm gone blow
So give me time, give me time, while I do my thing in the mean time
Just part of me and my stank
Man my life is doper than the same
Since I've been back in my hometown these bitches know my name
And I'm being around, I'm being me but they think that I'm running game
But yeah I made it yep my brother said "Its just one taste up too fame"
But I ain't ready
Just roll one up, pass some of that kush too make things all go steady
I been all in on that shit so much I don't know where the hell we headin'
Got the weight on my homies, on my shoulders and right now this shit feel so heavy
And I'mma put on for my town
I hear them sounds
I hear them words thats going too the streets
Everybody pay attention I've been faded for a week
But now they get me props and it feels so sweet
Feels like kool-laid against my teeth
But all them seven nights when I drop that
Them bad bitches gone cop that
Them base niggas gone rock that
Them lame niggas gone stock that
Fuck yall

Devon (Hook):
I'm dealing with some things girl you need too live with that
(x5)

January:
JJ(Devon) man I'm sorry we started with all the favors
I just seen a vision of me you and Drizzy being neighbors Corron
Bring the white girls
Drink whatever you like girl
But these kids don't play you in my kind of hype girl
I know a girl name Jade
Who had dreams of the fame
But she keeps on subsecting and doesn't get away, at lease
Thats the way that I'mma write it
But I'm about too blow and then
I'mma tight your Idols
But really illy
Tell me, why you don't feel me
Baby please don't call me phone you know a nigga busy
Exa Exy alone
Thats what next too get it
So less they start too missing these dreams become less fiction
And baby if I ask
What is that you sippin'?
Could this be a start, of a beginnin'?
She saids "writes this instant"
You seem to be so distint
Thats why I'm dealing with some things
So let me go
N O V A, let em' know

Devon (Hook):
I'm dealing with some things girl you need too live with that
(X4)