Days Like This Lyrics by Anderson .Paak & Cordae
Yeah
Here we go
All I ever wanted was to be the GOAT (Said I know)
Legends all around me, only thing I know (Said I know)
All this pressure on me, I don’t feel it though (No, no, no)
All this water on me, I should get a moat (Should get a boat)
Mama told me it’d be days like this
But she didn’t know that I’d be paid like this (No)
She didn’t know I’d catch a wave like this (No)
From the bottom, we was raised like this (Yeah)
That’s why we give the Lord praise like this (Yes, Lawd)
Big bank takes lil’ bank (Chillin’)
Fifty millimeter case on the Rollie face (Chillin’)
Three ways, I’ve been gettin’ money these days (Chillin’)
Buildin’ crates with the trumpet and the sensei (Yeah)
Liquidate, renovate, that’s the real estate (Chillin’)
Do a pitch, do a script, that’s your movie, mate (Yeah)
Cheapskate, took your bitch to the factory
Of cheesecake swished from the wrist, got game like E.A
O’s like T.K. wrote, I make ’em pay tolls like freeway Hova
Call me the closer, Mariano Rivera
Oh, you think you a G just because you got G’s on your sweater?
Don’t care what the list say
Nobody compares, the undisputed competitor, uh
Move out my area, stupid, who got my feria? Uh
Suit by Margiela, whip made by Chevy
Our horses and carriage, A. Paak
All I ever wanted was to be the GOAT (Said I know)
Legends all around me, only thing I know (Said I know)
All this pressure on me, I don’t feel it though (No, no, no)
All this water on me, I should get a moat (Should get a boat)
Mama told me it’d be days like this
But she didn’t know that I’d be paid like this (No)
She didn’t know I’d catch a wave like this (No)
From the bottom, we was raised like this (Yeah)
That’s why we give the Lord praise like this (Yes)
The sleepless nights it took for me to have some days like this
I’m blazin’ tracks like Tommie Smith, shit let me raise my fists
Upgrade my bitch, I fired my team ’cause they was wack as fuck
I cleaned house, they ain’t know that I was made like this
Every watch a timeless piece, shit, what age my wrist?
And plus my cousin movin’ bricks, he on some Mason shit
And I ain’t fuckin’ with you niggas, Ronald Reagan shit (Reagan shit)
The rose that grew from concrete, I paved the way for this (Way for this)
Now back to days before the accolades, before Paak and Dae
Would go pack a stage, before I rapped for Dre, before I maturate
Into the artist who write a draft that niggas dodge like Cassius Clay
My diamonds offset, though my taxes paid
But never kick a black man down, we all have to stay
Together like Al Green, though, I have some wild dreams
My niggas get high like when Bilal sings
And shit, I’m only worried ’bout the Nile streams
Like crooked referees, I see the foul schemes, young proud King
All I ever wanted was to be the GOAT (Said I know)
Legends all around me, only thing I know (Said I know)
All this pressure on me, I don’t feel it though (No, no, no)
All this water on me, I should get a moat (Should get a boat)
Mama told me it’d be days like this
But she ain’t know that I’d be paid like this (No)
She didn’t know I’d catch a wave like this (No)
From the bottom, we was raised like this (Yeah)
That’s why we give the Lord praise like this (Yes)
