Right now livin' it out as the stories say
These are my glory days
Me and my cohorts coordinate
Sleepin' on couches and floors in a foreign place
Right now livin' it out as the stories say
These are my glory days
Got a fist pack for your face
Ye.ye.ye.ye.ye.ye.yeah
I am not talk, I get it indeed
Yeah I'm gettin' in deep
They all bark like the skin of a tree (woof, woof)
But I got the bite of an alligator
Kidnapped by aliens, flight of the navigator
So the distance is what I travel player
No, It's not Christmas, but I need some rappin' paper, oh
So what's the special occasion?
My progression and cadence are nothin' less than amazing
I was made in the West and in the West I'm a stay
Spendin' the rest of my days on the left of the nation, ah
I love leavin' these rappers stretched on the pavement
That's my shit, so keep those decibels bangin', uh huh
Right now livin' it out as the stories say
These are my glory days
Me and my cohorts coordinate
Sleepin' on couches and floors in a foreign place
Right now livin' it out as the stories say
These are my glory days
Got a fist pack for your face
Ye.ye.ye.ye.ye.ye.yeah
And I'm all up in those ears blessin' the drums
Fillin' you with questions like, "Where's he gettin' this from?"
My feathers are gun barrels don't worry about it
You still workin' it out like you ain't heard the announcement, oh
I'm a bit of God, a bit of man
A bit of dog, a bit of cat
No I don't get along
So whether I'm feelin' proud or humble
I'll make the crowd go rumble, until the ground is crumbled
Oh but you hate though
Sayin' this is too poppy
It's a new era, don't copy Tupac please
I do proper, y'all are too sloppy
Rapper dudes jock me, their boos want bukake
Right now livin' it out as the stories say
These are my glory days
Me and my cohorts coordinate
Sleepin' on couches and floors in a foreign place
Right now livin' it out as the stories say
These are my glory days
Got a fist pack for your face
Ye.ye.ye.ye.ye.ye.yeah