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Correct Days Of My Life (Ft. Billy Cook) Lyrics
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Correct Days Of My Life (Ft. Billy Cook)
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[Hook: Billy Cook] The days of my life, the struggle I'm going through Cause times are too hard, but I gotta make it through The ghetto of my life, the struggle it ain't right But I gotta move on, and strapped with my chrome Cause I feel like they coming for me, but I'ma keep holding on A guerilla going out like a soldier, that's mobbing till it's over [Trae] So many times I'm ready to run the deal, I can't cause it ain't in me All the hatred people show us, what got me strapped down With a semi-automatic, living drastic So don't you get too close to me, cause I might blast it And paint another scenery, nigga this is what they made me Live in your face, a bonified poverty strucken nigga out of place That was praying to get a chance, but a chance wasn't given to me The only thing I was given was pain, that I could spit over beats So guerilla on his last leg, watching time fly by Over and over and deep inside, forever wonder why Trae never get no chance to be like Mike, or to live like Mike Or told, that I'ma be alright I have no life, and that's why I be mobbing and bleeding blocks Corner to corner, bended tinted up and away from cops Grinding and hopefully, one day I can live stress free So everyday I pray the Lord, will come and bless me [Hook: Billy Cook] The days of my life, the struggle I'm going through Cause times are too hard, but I gotta make it through The ghetto of my life, the struggle it ain't right But I gotta move on, and strapped with my chrome Cause I feel like they coming for me, but I'ma keep holding on A guerilla going out like a soldier, that's mobbing till it's over [Trae] Got so many tears running down my face, when times got hard And feel the pain deep inside, when my heart got scarred And I know, that it ain't nothing that I wanna be feeling I've been praying for twelve years, and never seemed to be healing That's why I smile upside down, till then everybody move around Cause I don't wanna click on everybody, why hatred holding me down It's been hell living, it's Trae I display nothing but hurt Everything I lived and I seen, is what's sending me to the dirt My first born on the way, will I see it I can't say My baby mama say I'm zoning too much, and don't wanna stay But it's ok I made it through, and I lost everyone else The only thing that's in my life, that I ain't missing is death Cause everything I loved got took away, and ain't coming back The only thing I got is me, and it's killing me that's a fact But I'ma be alright, long as I'm staying strong Gotta play the cards I was dealt, even though this world ain't my home [Hook: Billy Cook] The days of my life, the struggle I'm going through Cause times are too hard, but I gotta make it through The ghetto of my life, the struggle it ain't right But I gotta move on, and strapped with my chrome Cause I feel like they coming for me, but I'ma keep holding on A guerilla going out like a soldier, that's mobbing till it's over [Trae] So you wanna hate me now Them niggaz, try to take me out I ain't never did them, no wrong These motherfuckers, better leave me alone My life, is all I have And I don't care, I'm in love with that Deep down, I know I really gotta be strong And if they run up too quick, they gon meet my chrome Because this world ain't promised to me The life that I'm living, is for the day And the pain I forever feel, is what got me running a stray And I don't want much, but it never fell I can't even get a piece of a piece of mind, without going through hell Hard times is what I bleed, a blessing is what I need So I can get over the struggle, and make it for my seed These days on the line, and I feel like I'm next to leave And I hope I'm going to heaven, aside if I believe [Hook: Billy Cook] The days of my life, the struggle I'm going through Cause times are too hard, but I gotta make it through The ghetto of my life, the struggle it ain't right But I gotta move on, and strapped with my chrome Cause I feel like they coming for me, but I'ma keep holding on A guerilla going out like a soldier, that's mobbing till it's over [Billy Cook] Yeeeah, the days of my liiiiiife The struggle I'm going through, feeeel meeeeee Tell em Trae, when times get hard We gotta keep our head up, and gotta move on through Make it on through, the ghetto the ghetto of my life The struggle, it ain't right
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