Lyrics These Days - G Perico

Six million ways to die, choose one
They say murder that, and I need love that brother
But these days nigga can′t trust men
These days nigga gotta be strapped
In a place where I'm going don′t nobody got my back
These days I've been chilling in a penthouse
These days I hit the block and bring the crips out
Dropped new shit, all through South Central keys, are you coming?
You know I gotta kill 'em

These days I been plottin′ on more money baby, this rap game just like dope money baby
Two hundred grand a month,
Fuck a bitch, I stick to the code
Fuck a snitch, I eat at seven spoons on a regular
Million Dollar course, political on the cellular
Niggas better level up
Or get left from the black cardilac to the jet
It′s all about cheques
Karma, murder all drama
At the London hotel, made a new baby mama
I sleep with my dad
Eat with my dad
No gangs
I'm in the street with my dad
These days I′ve been chilling in a penthouse
Looking at the city like monopoly
They buy it up and run it out
They collect on the first
Watch the next twelve must how I triple my worth
They say murder that, and I need love that brother
But these days nigga can't trust men
These days nigga gotta be strapped
In a place where I′m going don't nobody got my back
These days I′ve been chilling in a penthouse
These days I hit the block and bring the crips out
Dropped new shit, all through South Central keys, are you coming?
You know I gotta kill 'em

Murder, Death, kill
We ballin' everyday, this shit real
I felt joy, pain, and the sunshine came
Bounced off my neck, blinded all the hate
From a house, by the beach, when I slide to the trench
Wonder how I stole her heart, baby I′m just a pin
I′m the nigga that you dreamed about in your bed
When you woke up in the night soaking wet between your legs
I'm the nigga that bring the hood some spec
I′m the nigga that took it to the next level
I'm the nigga that′ll never fold under pressure
I'm the nigga show the homies they could do somethin′ diff
And be successful
But niggas hate me for this shit
Boy it's stressful, I'll never be regretful
We gon learn all this bitch niggas a lesson

They say murder that, and I need love that brother
But these days nigga can′t trust men
These days nigga gotta be strapped
In a place where I′m going don't nobody got my back
These days I hit the block and bring the crips out
Dropped new shit, all through South Central keys, are you coming?
You know I gotta kill ′em