Days Of My Life Trae tha Truth (Ft. Billy Cook)

[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'mma 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'mma 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