Good Times, Pt. 2 (Radio Edit) ft. Styles P Lyrics

I was only four years old when this shit first dropped, what an honor to engineer and produce

part two

What it do SP?

What's up Derby?

I couldn't remake good times without putting in

Okay Derby

Huh,

I put six grams in the blunt,

made a song with Dave East and made six grand in a month

I was just a Hodges Manor, with the ass of a skunk

Usain Bolt around the city, who move faster than us?

We have to hoe my nigga, he don't know he dappin' the opps up

Cause not knowing, that's what gets you jacked and boxed up

Cause niggas hatin' B, just look how they watch us

Cause all my niggas bringing to the table, pot luck

Yo I burn like a chimney,

I'm higher than the mountains at Yosemite

Blowing Cali Kush, I'm out Liberty State

Having good times, but my memories faint

And I don't fuck with hangovers, I can't pick up that drink

I roll up, I get high, I get high

And I'll be smoking marijuana till the day that I die

Come walk a mile in my shoes and you'll end up in the booth

I had to link with Styles P and come out with part two, I gets (and you know this, man)

I get high (everyday)

I get high (every night)

I get high, high, high…. (all the time)

SP The Ghost

D-Block, ehh

Getting to the guap,

smoking on the raw though

Not Running from the law and all

Running from the law, but you cross me

You gon' get fucked like a porno

Hammer with the switch, that is not my steez

Out the game, but connected with niggas from Medellin

If you dream of killing me when you wake, you better scream

I'm sorry Ghost, I take shrooms like I'm Mario

Luigi, not in the cart, I'm in a Rari though

Maybe the Lambo, the Porsche with the Sicario

With some blah gorilla niggas

But even all alone I'm still with a killer nigga But I ain't trying to kill, I just want the bills and the check

I'm just trying to stretch, you just want to flex

Part Malcom, part DM, one third of the L.O.

And you know I keep it mellow, but the spot marks X

I ain't dead, but I'm doing well just for context

Ghost

If you ain't smoking one right now, what the fuck is you doing

This shit, this shit right here, this shit is major

Produced and engineered, nigga give me my credit (I get)

You niggas irritate me (every day)

Niggas don't want to get my shit (every night)

So I'ma talk my shit (all the time)