Lyrics
It was all good just a week ago
Just a week ago
Just, just a week ago
It was all good just a, just a, just, just, just, just
Fresh pair of J’s, no Yeezy’s though
Truck full of weed, a few keys of blow
I’m from the city where these rats go to sleep, ya know?
It was all good just a week ago
26 G’s and some trees to blow
The .40 cal keeps my jeans from rubbing against the floor
I’m from the city where these rats go to sleep, ya know?
It was all good just a week ago
19 in the game he taught me everything I knew
We had the A goin' crazy wit the shit you brought through
We had Chi town jumpin', H-Town jumpin'
Arizona caught a case, sat down for a summer
Large numbers, we done made a few mil
You taught me well, how to grow it, how to sell
Powder was the devil then, yeah my face was all pale
I was blowing money on, jew-els and those Chevelle’s
Started rappin' you ain’t really like it much
Out of town knocks, I would line um up Sell ‘em OG’s for 5 and up Caught up with this rhyming stuff, bout to do a tour
Had to put you all together, wasn’t sure, how it work
You both said, everything would be good
I would come home to money like I should
I would kill you if I could
Boy y’all did me wrong
It was all good just a week ago… damn
Fresh pair of J’s, no Yeezy’s though
Truck full of weed, a few keys of blow
I’m from the city where these rats go to sleep, ya know?
It was all good just a week ago
26 G’s and some trees to blow
The .40 cal keeps my jeans from rubbing against the floor
I’m from the city where these rats go to sleep, ya know?
It was all good just a week ago
Out of town got played out
That kush got played out
I had my baby wasn’t Yay’d out
Local with this cookie shit
I wouldn’t pull the weight out
It’s 48 a P and the city changed the game now
I see you round town every now and then stressin'
Heard y’all got caught up with the feds and even I got questioned
Rolex watches for my team
Where ya crew at?
Ya lil' homey pass you up? Where they do that?
Huh
Bamboo on my Gucci frames
Yellow Lambo, like Gucci Mane
Finally done moving ‘caine
Rollin' up my newest strain
Kenny call it snowman
Cookie crossed back with that old man (Shit)
How wrong, like it’s stone but it’s not
Pullin' whips off the lot, gold chains, new watch
I heard you sold ya truck, and lost ya spot
The best thing that happened to me, was getting knocked (Damn)
Fresh pair of J’s, no Yeezy’s though
Truck full of weed, a few keys of blow
I’m from the city where these rats go to sleep, ya know?
It was all good just a week ago
26 G’s and some trees to blow
The .40 cal keeps my jeans from rubbing against the floor
I’m from the city where these rats go to sleep, ya know?
It was all good just a week ago
It was all good just a week ago
It was all good just a week ago
Just a week ago
Just, just a week ago
It was all good…