These Days Lyrics

Yes sir I'm a badass

Though some say I'm a madman

I've been writing poetry since I was just a wee lad

I think I'm like Batman

Underdog of vigilance

Y'all thought I was down, but Jokers do not get the last laugh

Feed the beat some new gas

Mix it in to enhance

Drink it down and fill it up 'cause this is not the last dance

You gon' need a full glass

To wash down what I'm servin'

'Cause this is just the intro

Hope you brought some room for seconds

I'ma feed the madness

Make a dramatic entrance

Set 'em up and knock 'em down like I was playing Hangman

I feel like I'm He-Man

The way I put on new mass

'Cause I've been gettin' gains like every day now where are you at

Grind or die no relapse

Making moves to advance

I will not be stagnant I don't got time to be lackin'

Bullshit on the bypass

Miss me with that half-assed

Attitude and drive you got, you soundin' like a jackass

Take it from a man of prosperity, I'm a rarity

Meditate to get you some clarity, free of treachery

Some of y'all confuse my sincerity, with heresy

The same ones that mistake my vulgarity, for barbarity

Not out for popularity

Not one for that insincerity

Much more than just complimentary

Building up that muscularity

I am not no fucking charity

No sir, this is not a parody

You should watch your fucking mouth, or you might become a casualty

Part of a calamity, a victim of my savagery

Be careful who you trifle with, or you'll be in a cemetery

I am just a mercenary, doing what is necessary

Out here doin' damage, 'cause I ain't no damn apothecary

If I am your adversary, take this verse as cautionary

Not here to negotiate, no I am not the emissary

I've been feeling arbitrary, deem myself as honorary

Stay out of my way, or be found in the obituary

Dead in the Water back on the beat

If you ever get chills, then it might be me

Just like an ocean, my mind goes deep

Don't tell me what I'm on, or to retreat

This shit's in the bag, I just gotta keep peace

If you ain't showing love, then I'll think you're a fiend

Step off my vibe, don't fuck with my dreams

Don't come around me with those hateful schemes

If I told you once, then shame on me

If I tell you twice, then you're put on leave

If I tell you three times

No more tea time

No more room for Mr. Nice Guy

I'm not one that you should cross twice

Not even once, let's draw that line

You might want to say your goodbyes

'Cause I'm out for blood and the whites of your eyes

I might have to choke you out, and bring you to your demise

Stupid little bitch, you should've listened, now it's night night

I'm done taking shit from all you pricks, so stay the fuck away from my vibe

Entry fees are quite high

Stay away don't think twice

Question what I'm saying, and you'll see a side that's not nice

It's been kinda dark over there, so tiptoe in the moonlight

Watch your step, on the land I've kept so nice inside my headlights

No deer are in sight, do not cross the road, you might die

Watch for passerby's, ride or dies short in stock these days

Look out for myself these days

Don't know who to trust these days

Don't know who to trust these days

No I don't know who to trust these days