These Days (feat. Gooodface)

Kaelin Anamizu, Rodolfo Buenrostro-Suguitan

Ay, KZA
Goodface
Jay
Yeah, yeah, yeah
These days, it's less about the drama
Nowadays, it's more about the commas
These days, I find myself thinking
Game time, I make sure I sink it
I was raised a young bull, shout to my mama
Got game in my soul like Dalai Lama
Looking at the big picture outside of your frame
From another universe outside of your fame
Living on a bad planet looking on my sins
I guess I found the right way to make it again
Used to look outside to find it within
Always give myself a chance to make it and win
KZA dropped a hot beat and it was legendary (Yessir)
Bet, if we made a tape it would probably be scary
Yes, haters whispering like my name Harry
Yea Yea Yea
Callback Brr Brr
Got niggas who call back
Nothing new in your corner
Where was all the funds at
Nothing said now you say
You're getting some bread back
Working on this meal
I'm trying to get a fucking meal stacked
These days, it's less about drama
Nowadays, it's more about commas
These days, I find myself thinking
Game time, I make sure I sink it
Trust I hold it down like courage the dog
These evil spirits finna get their grave robbed
Winchesters on they neck saw some sulfur on the desk
Demons in the cut put a fucking hole in your chest
While I'm getting high off smoking OG
Packing that half pound always on me
Nest up in the clouds
Hold it to the count
Searching for my sound
Ten toes on the ground
Ay, they don't like it like that
Found my way out the haze
Young KZA and gooodface
Stizzy hittin, bong rippin, hemp packin rap fiend
And we always on the hunt for the commas and the greens
These days, it's less about drama
Nowadays, it's more about commas
These days, I find myself thinking
Game time, I make sure I sink it
These days, it's less about the drama
Nowadays, it's more about the commas
These days, I find myself thinking
Game time, I make sure I sink it
Callback Brr Brr
Got niggas who call back
Nothing new in the corner
Where was all the funds at nothing said
Now you saying get in some bread back
Working on this meal
I'm trying to get a fucking meal stack
Get out of my way
Get out of my face
I've been killing this beat like I've been on the stage
Send you to the sharks that's a fish filet
And I'm making my own time
But I ain't counting the days
Getting too high like Kodak
Tired of these lazy niggas move back
Hearing crickets in your corner where the cream at?
Fucking and she want some more told her gotta callback
No controller in my hands so why you playing games
Lying in the jungle, ha you just fair game
And I'm chuckling too irresponsible to remember yo name
Stuck to some suds need to get out your bubble lame
And I'm juggling all the feats that'll put a clown in trouble
You speaking we can't hear nothing your voice a gutter
We're moving smooth cooking fast just like butter
Move maker running with the ball all you do is fumble
Callback Brr Brr
Got niggas who call back
Nothing new in your corner
Where was all the funds at
Nothing said now you say
You're getting some bread back
Working on this meal
I'm trying to get a fucking meal stacked
These days, it's less about drama
Nowadays, it's more about commas
These days, I find myself thinking
Game time, I make sure I sink in

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