I'ma send this out to the good old days (Good old days) All the OG's who showed me gang (80's and the 90's) All the music that got me through it You know what I'm talking about? KC and JoJo and shit like that, you know Good old days Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (I'm gon' watch Mike) We ain't got money but we got love And it stretches long (It stretches long) Down the street, 'round the corner, through every home Reminisce in every song Motivating my uncle to sell every stone God made our house a home We was boys but we was strong We still come up with a smile even when we all alone The good days, it wasn't the same When we was broke, we didn't complain If we got wet up in the rain We got our cold and took the pian 2Pac and Biggie was the name, shit Gone, gone, gone, long, long, long What we play on my block, nigga? So much yay on my block, nigga This before I ever got on the plane on the runway When Whitney Houston was our Beyoncé Them fuckin' 90's was the good old days Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Now them was the days, them was the days Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Them was the days We used to window shop at Moss Smearing the glass with our fingers Wishing we ball 'til we fall like cabin rinse and cantina High points and chrome ninas, dice game, we was live Shoot the two, kill the three, forty-three to survive Black socks, the Fab Five had us swagging these the time The loyalty was never left behind a life of crime Getto Boyz was like my boys Feel like I knew 'em through they rhymes At that age, I saw a man cry and seen a man die 2Pac he was that nigga from movie to motion pictures It was Pablo, no El Chapo, Wraith Edmond was Big Meech We had respect up on the streets, niggas wouldn't tell it like that Mike Tyson was Floyd Mayweather with a chip on his back Shit, them was the good old days Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Good times, Fresh Prince, man, and Martin Lawrence) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the good old days) (Bernie Mac, man, and Chris Farley) Now them was the good old days (Now them was the days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Now them was the days, them was the days Now them was the good old days (Them was the good old days) Now them was the days, them was the days, them was the days Them was the days I hit a lick and went got grilled up and silked up We drove the bread truck until it filled up Chilling, a .225 up on my two-two-seven on my block My heart goes out to all the Florida heavens, and the pops I hopped off the porch with my brother The Wayans in living color Our favorite pants was wrestlers If we ain't trust you, then fuck you With no grease, ducking, hiding from police Clubbing, thugging with no sleep, no cable up on the TV (Them was the good old days) Retarded, couldn't play house parties When pickles was fifty cent That's when Dixie cups was a quarter The good old days Fuckin' right, nigga When you and your boy used to go half on a ten dollar sack Be high as a motherfucker, the good old days Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (They play the Knicks) We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long Michael Jordan coming on, I'm going home (I'm gon' watch Mike) We ain't got money but we got love, and it stretches long Good old days

You need us, we're on it Gotta be honest We love our country We like it rockin' Respect our daddies We love our mamas Thinkin' 'bout pushing us You might not oughta You can see us coming through the dust and the lights Rollin' up on your Saturday night Us good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to know one And we all love to hold up a cold one Good ol' boys Good ol' boys Sometimes you love us Sometimes you hate us Sometimes you ain't quite sure how to take us But you'll never change us It's just how God madе us But He gave us angels to savе us Good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to know one And we all love to hold up a cold one To good ol' boys To good ol' boys, yeah Good ol' boys like to push it to the limit Yeah, good ol' boys ain't gonna miss a single minute of a good time A good long night Ain't tryin' to start it, but we'll finish up a good fight You're damn sure lucky to meet one And I'm sure lucky to be one Good ol' boys Good ol' boys Good ol' boys ain't scared of working Staying up late and getting up early Getting our hands dirty No, we ain't close to worthy of our good girls Got a word you can depend on And a heart you can hang your hat on

A-na, na, na I'm cleaning up them dirty words that I say these days Showing up to church a lot more on Sunday Working on bad-habit breaking Cutting back on Copenhagen Little less gas, little more brake in my Chevrolet Whatever it takes, 'cause I got a gift from God sitting in the backseat And I'ma need to be a little better If he's gonna wanna be like me I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right "No sir, yes ma'am" I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Yes I am, mhmm yeah Gonna be a lotta learning in between Them inches on that doorframe I don't know a lot about a lot But I know I can teach him a few things How to swim, how to fish, how to drive a stick Just like my daddy taught me And he'll know how to say he's sorry 'Cause he'll hear that from me I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right, Lord knows I am I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man Making a man outta him Is making a man outta me Making a man outta him So one day he'll be Another good ol' boy, yeah I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Out here learning on the fly, tryna do the best I can To raise him up right, Lord knows I am I'm just a good ol' boy tryna be a good ol' man Yes I am Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man Yes I am Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (good ol' man) Oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying, oh I'm trying Oh I'm trying to be a good ol' man (mhmm, yeah)

I kinda regret Yeah don't forget Then tell my mama Then tell my friends Well there's a rumor runnin round this town That's why I'm sittin' on this barstool now Yeah she gone, she gone Love you then she'll leave you, leave you wondering why Yeah she gone, she gone Yeah she let her tail lights tell me goodbye, goodbye She finished writing Her leaving song I'm sippin whiskey She's moving on She's like a train on a one way track She's like a lightning bolt you can't hold back Yeah she gone, she gone She'll love you then she'll leave you, leave you wondering why Yeah she gone, she gone Yeah she let her tail lights tell me goodbye, goodbye I kinda regret Yeah dont forget Didn't tell my mama Didn't tell my friends Now I'm the rumor runnin' round this town She hit the highway and my heart hit the ground Yeah she gone, she gone Love you then she'll leave you, leave you wondering why Yeah she gone, she gone Yeah she let her tail lights tell me goodbye, goodbye Yeah she gone, she gone Love you then she'll leave you, leave you wondering why Yeah she gone, she gone Yeah she let her tail lights tell me goodbye, goodbye

Get 'em Buck! Ok! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it I got 'em like hey! Got 'em rollin' The kush on the way and the champagne frozen Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open I'm ridin' presidential like the shit that I'm smokin' Water with the work, Petrom on my shirt And a zip ain't shit, I need a quarter P of Purp Gon' break it down, pass it all around I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown Them dope boys in this bitch like, "Let me buy that" Broke niggas in this bitch like, "Let me try that" I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go They can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Let's play the game, I'm the quarterback (don't stop, homey) I go to jail if I get sacked (so block for me) Eight-ball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin' Got the whole club leanin' with it, and body rockin' Drunk drivin' in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked Seventy-Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! I'm homeboy, holla at ya homeboy Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy First come first serve, fuck what ya heard I'm piecin' out my pack 'til I come up on a bird Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin' on these hoes They know me at the bank, love me at the jewelry stores I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go (I bet he got a vest) no, but I got my tech though Haters tryin' to ban a nigga mayne (it's ok!) I bounce back, watch me do my thang (it's ok!) I got my Chevy hoggin' up the lane (it's ok!) I'm a boss, I can make it rain (it's ok!) Now get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Get buck bitch (watch me do the damn thang) Yeah, you know what it is How we do the damn thang down here, nigga What you workin' with? Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club Throwin' your rent money, be broke in the mornin' Have us laughin' at ya broke ass, yeah Where my dope boys at? Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god-damn money! Hey! Let's go!