Juice WRLD — Good Days

[Intro] Woah-oh, ayy Yeah, shit, so much at stake It's so much at stake It's so much at stake [Verse 1] Still gotta put a fuck nigga up in his place He ain't know I kept it on my waist Fuck it, had to up it anyway They don't know I keep one on my waist Fuckin' had to up it anyway They ain't know I keep it on my waist Fuck it, had to up it anyway He be talkin' crazy, fuck it, I would bust it any day On my mama, on my granny, on my gang I already know it's, "Fuck that shit you claim" Fuck that clique you claim I don't tolerate no disrespect Got his bitch, she givin' neck We be at these niggas neck And she do that for a Percocet She be poppin' Percocets for real Everywhere I go, I'm down to drill And everywhere I go, I'm down to kill (Yeah) I told that nigga this is not a drill That .40 on me too, I keep a drill You don' want no problems over here I told you I've been ballin' since a kid Yeah, feel like Jason Kidd [Chorus] I miss ridin' round town with my friends .40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start nun' Cooler than the boys in the band Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay [Verse 2] Now we're all grown up, we all came a long way from the start We all went the wrong way once or twice But we can't help that shit, it's life I miss my old friends, 'member we was doin' Xans Up in school, the teachers said we would be in jail or dead Now I make way more money than them Hit up the plug, spend they rent, I bought a pint, red Hi-Tech I miss my mom, I miss my friends, I miss my house, I miss my pet "Laila, fetch" Mom, come to L.A., I'll get you a jet Got off my ass and I got to a check Feelin' sorry for the niggas who slept Yeah, on me and my gang, 'cause we runnin' shit this year Fuck a phone, I'm gon' hold them hundreds to my ears, ayy [Chorus] I miss ridin' round town with my friends .40 in the stash box, we ain't come to start nun' Cooler than the boys in the band Color in my dreadlocks, choker on me, headlock Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay Good days, good days, reminisce the good days Close my eyes, I tell myself it's okay