Bad Days (feat. Billy Dean Thomas)

Yeah Okay Okay Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Okay OE Billy Dean Let's go Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed Making sure that when I die they remember my last name Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed Making sure that when I die they remember my last name (Yeah, yeah) All up in this rap game, hotter than a gas flame I been getting stressed cos I can't do anything halfway Hungry for success but what would you do if you had fame? Flying high the next second hitting earth like a crashed plane Feeling like my dad cos I been carrying this back pain Knapsack full of past shame, showing up to class drained Burned out like an ashtray, don't know how to act sane Why the fuck should I care what somebody on an app's saying Still I gaze into this glass pane About to crack, smash it in its frame Ask the face looking back his name Trying to ascertain if he wack or lame I'm done acting tame Acclimating to my aspirations And my asthma making me gasp, I'm waiting For this shit to pass but I'm lacking patience Fascinating how I'm back to chasing this validation Re-calibrating, then calculating Your favorite rapper's assassination On my Zero Dark Thirty, no Jess Chastain Clean the plate like Cascade Tryna be the greatest, Cassius Clay In Mass masked up like masquerade on a Saturday, I'm back again Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed Making sure that when I die they remember my last name Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed Making sure that when I die they remember my last name Mayday mayday mayday I been waiting on my pay day Working hard like it's the slave days People can't tell me bout bad days I spent the year recovering from crashing (Yeah) Checking myself the only way I'm cashing (Cash) Bet on myself & I don't do the brag (Brag) Don't leave my crib unless it bring a bag in Questioning everything no one's asking This shit is taxing Money attraction Need bigger figures cuz I'm done with fractions You don't get pictures, I'll give you captions (Pay attention) Rappers I head crack em Murder the beat stack em Body & feet spasms Tryna compete With Billy Dean You'll be average Imitation flattery Screen grabbing That is a knee slapper When I get hype they Curb My Enthusiasm Shit is not a joke, it's a sarcasm Larry David & I aim for plasmas And platinum plaques And yenom backwards I stretch out flows like a chiropractor I travel round the world I'm a black packer Soon as I touch down give me Green Bay Packers Building self esteem don't need a tractor Turn words to a stream call the pastor Gaster God It's a rapture Can't catch up Main squeeze no bachelor Good day is Old Bay and cheese grits And I don't need a big thing on my wrist I'm tryna reach the sky like I'm Quidditch Some days I'm down, but nah I won't quit! Dean! Okay OE & Billy Dean on a track is all you could've asked for 2019 came on the scene, fucked shit up, now I'm back for more And I'm apt to tour Get a couple more stamps in my passport I score off the backboard as a last resort This rap mature Not after core fans of Macklemore I am the coldest & you can see why, ay This some shit you cannot buy, ay When I rap I do not lie, ay Please stay the fuck out of my way Boy I never had a MySpace These days I'm not sure I like Ye But Imma Touch the Sky before I die, play With my name, then we don't vibrate I make Pupils dilate when I switch the flow Lotta folks telling me they see the glow But it don't mean shit if you do not show To the shows & you know that I'm coming for some motherfucking necks If you do not like me boy I do not give a fuck about it, but if nothing else you gonna Show me some respect None of y'all are really ready for what's coming next If you stepping to me, you better come correct Wrote a book, left a semester early, there's no questioning my intellect And when I drop my next project, it's gonna be on some epic shit, word to Brecht Still tryna find the best way to make all my interests intersect And if you sent a text and I haven't replied yet, just give me a sec, cos I'm Riding down the highway in the motherfucking fast lane Waiting for the chance to say the motherfucking cash came I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed Making sure that when I die they remember my last name Out late with my homies, laughing all the way through Back Bay Waiting in the station, pacing, trying to catch the last train I was having bad days, but goddammit, that's changed Making sure that when I die they remember my last name