[Intro]
Torrico
Get money, people
Do what you do
We was born to lose, but built to win, ya dig?
Reagan Era

[Hook]
These are the days of our lives
Like coke, they want us to straight drop
But we rise, hands up, hands up
We just trying to get by, they wanna see us broke
But they won't, we on the grind
Hands up, hands up
They wanna see us fall, but we ball out of control
Living above law, so fuck 'em all
I said they wanna see us fall, but we ball out of control
Living above law, so fuck 'em all (fuck 'em)

[Verse 1]
I was taught never stop 'til the money comes
Now look, the boy life sweeter than a honey bun
Don't think I mean sweet like sweeties
I amputate you n***as, I'm diabetes
And I get the girls wet like bikinis
Squirt like a Uzi on a hot like Jacuzzi water
Waiter, bring me another drink for me and my n***as
We made it through another week and that's Bantom
We just trying to get by, trying to make it to the top
But the mountain so high, good thing I know how to rock climb
Swinging over you n***as, like monkeys, I find vines
My rhymes crush grapes, fine wine
Yes, boy, I'm out my mind, It's be the billionaire or die trying
And I stay higher than a high fly, Can I get a high five?
You see the diamonds, bitch, I flaunt 'em and flaunt 'em
Got the boy lookin' like he got Christmas ornaments on him
Ya dig?, and all my cars are imported, I want it
The whips are foreign, they want 'em deported
Shit, I'm a die hard rockstar
If ya looking for birds, I know where the flocks are
Money long, so I know where the cops are
And I stay in a chick buns, I'm a hot dog
[Hook]
These are the days of our lives
Like coke, they want us to straight drop
But we rise, hands up, hands up
We just trying to get by, they wanna see us broke
But they won't, we on the grind
Hands up, hands up
They wanna see us fall, but we ball out of control
Living above law, so fuck 'em all
I said they wanna see us fall, but we ball out of control
Living above law, so fuck 'em all (fuck 'em)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I mean that to the fullest
Nobody wearin' diapers but they want us doing pull-ups
Want us doing push-ups in a yard full of n***as
We just out trying to feed a squad for the n***as
Shoutout to my squad full of n***as
This is for the hood, I'm nothin' without y'all n***as
Look like the tide, we rise high, they wanna see us broke
Like the Levy's but they won't, we level five
And like, pedal bikes, I pedal bye
Right by ya, n***as can't flatten my tire
That's why I stay high, so high, sky's the limit
But you can touch the moon if you try
Now the moon's mine, basically what I'm saying is
You could be the sun but my moon blocks your shine
You can be the one but the two spot is mine
Do what you do, I don't mind waiting in line (now)
Knowing I'm not far behind, it's cool (cool)
Patience is a virtue, yes, I do it big for my n***as that can't
N***as that got caught in the rain and left damp (wet)
For my n***as treating jail like camp
This song is a piece of mail Santana sent (Yeah)
So holla at me if you got my letter
I'm signing off, hope you got my letter (Dipset, Skull Gang)
[Hook]
These are the days of our lives
Like coke, they want us to straight drop
But we rise, hands up, hands up
We just trying to get by, they wanna see us broke
But they won't, we on the grind
Hands up, hands up
They wanna see us fall, but we ball out of control
Living above law, so fuck 'em all
I said they wanna see us fall, but we ball out of control
Living above law, so fuck 'em all (fuck 'em)