[Produced By: Left Brain]
[Hook]
Nowadays
Nowadays
Ooh, nowadays
Nowadays
Nowadays
[Verse 1]
Smoke weed, hash on, wax off
I enter the building they pledge and take they hats off
If they don’t, I’m a dog with a bone in a scrap yard
Front line, nigga, you chilling the backyard
No punchline nigga, I ain’t tryna act hard
I’m on the clock, swishers in a fucking time car
Monsters attacking I got the fuckin’ mars bars
That pistol whip is sitting on my Santa Claus draws
Who in the hell you thought I was, that fuckin’ Flog Gnaw
Give your bitch my golfballs and hit it raw dog
Cross me and hitting shots like my nigga Brian Shaw
I’m feeding them cold cuts with a side of coleslaw
(I’m a Rough Rider) And left brain my road dog
With that 4-4 gadget watch them go, go off
Up in that 6-4 wagon with the chrome doors floss
Bad bitch in the passenger with the rosegold jaw
See we used to be scavengers, now the world is ours
Bitches gassing me up like Texaco
I spit that shit that them niggas shipping from Mexico
Pitch it to civilians and sell it back to the federals
We the agriculture got niggas watching cholesterol
Picking the skin off chickens and skipping on grandma’s dinner rolls
I’m hitting the thickest women, Sicilian bitches are pleasurable
I'm lifted nigga, let's get it, taking bites out of life’s edibles
[Hook]
Nowadays
Nowadays
Ooh, nowadays
Nowadays
Nowadays
[Verse 1]
Smoke weed, hash on, wax off
I enter the building they pledge and take they hats off
If they don’t, I’m a dog with a bone in a scrap yard
Front line, nigga, you chilling the backyard
No punchline nigga, I ain’t tryna act hard
I’m on the clock, swishers in a fucking time car
Monsters attacking I got the fuckin’ mars bars
That pistol whip is sitting on my Santa Claus draws
Who in the hell you thought I was, that fuckin’ Flog Gnaw
Give your bitch my golfballs and hit it raw dog
Cross me and hitting shots like my nigga Brian Shaw
I’m feeding them cold cuts with a side of coleslaw
(I’m a Rough Rider) And left brain my road dog
With that 4-4 gadget watch them go, go off
Up in that 6-4 wagon with the chrome doors floss
Bad bitch in the passenger with the rosegold jaw
See we used to be scavengers, now the world is ours
Bitches gassing me up like Texaco
I spit that shit that them niggas shipping from Mexico
Pitch it to civilians and sell it back to the federals
We the agriculture got niggas watching cholesterol
Picking the skin off chickens and skipping on grandma’s dinner rolls
I’m hitting the thickest women, Sicilian bitches are pleasurable
I'm lifted nigga, let's get it, taking bites out of life’s edibles
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