[Common] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh [Refrão] [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Com? (I'm just tryin to be) [Pos] That's it? (Stayin focused so my mind is free) [Dave] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [Dave] If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon) [Pos] Too soon? [Common] I want the boom in the back of the truck Ain't nuttin the matter with a good dude havin a buck With that on my mind, I'm on the grind, it pays We break it down in these three ways, yo These days, I travel the Maze like Frank Beverly To the East, lookin for pieces of a better me Responsibility of my man's felony fell on me Celebrity status, make 'em think I got celery Hell and I do sometimes, still the sunshine ain't even all day (Yeah) The life of a baller, ain't even all play I stack 'em, so the chips fall where they must I ain't far from a Benz, or dude on the bus Even when I don't have enough, still in God I trust Said baby you're a star Said I'm on the car, seen the jiggiest of stars become dust, and one love become lust for the papers Had you gassed now that - gas became vapors Tricked your cash on ice; shoulda had acres Now your, empire fell like the Lakers So you're talkin to your maker It's the nature of the business, they givin niggaz inches Takin miles and mules, it's the wildest rules I'm tryin to walk in the black scent of proudest shoes Makin music that the crowds can use [Refrão] [Dave] Yo how the days of your life go Dave? (With sunshine and shade) [Com] That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid) [DeLa] Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons [DeLa] If tomorrow come now (that might be too soon) [Pos] Too soon? [Dave] I want twenty-four plus on these Put the pinto engine and the bus on these I get that first class seat to escape the days We break it down in these three ways Check the life I got that antidote, canteloupe scent, bent back in the sunroom froze, put your flick on pause (and pop a cork) There's no occasion nigga it's just because I'm celebratin for a hell of a day Get these barbie filets on hot charcoal tracks, so black Darko Pecoltrane plays them back We them freedom fight kids who gon' ball and raise fists If y'all down for the struggle, c'mon y'all, resist Everyday script, I exercise cheek Sixteen on the bar, I exercise speak (ha) It's been a long time, Long Isle's on the map