Good Days Are Gone chords by Nicolay

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Verse 1
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I   guess the good days are all gone,
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I guess the good days are all
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Down with bread at eleven,
running streets at seven
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Too cold with the letters red
cut in my head
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My uncle said when you grow up some
of your friends will be dead
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And that's like,
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okay that's like half my head
See I must be blessed,
cause I met a man with no hands
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And uh, time is tough and
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it's life's a test
Baby mothers hate they lovers
for mistakable stress
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Spent a   decade with some niggas,
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wish there's no progress
Selling beats for 50,
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but they want them for less
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Talking to
Ra and
Wes about the good old days
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We was some young lil niggas
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with some grown up ways
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We like, see these nuts,
we wasn't trying to make
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They said, man up,
you better seal the dust of that rhyme
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I re  member pumping gas at the
Amcote lot
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Grandmama say,
why did your lazy ass fold up that cot?
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Coming from breakdancing
to hustling on blocks
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7th grade saw my homie
getting beat by a cop
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I said, hey sir, we kids but the
beating didn't stop
He said,
you think we fucking kids?
That the beat ain't gon' stop
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Beat ain't gon' stop, come on,
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beat ain't gon' stop
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No, no, no, no, no
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I guess the good days are gone
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I guess the good days are gone
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I guess the good days are gone
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Played the back for so long,
but they said hang on while ballplayers get domed
And they trucks in home,
I got homies who fuck hypes and fat chicks and thongs
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I'm aging, the oldest nigga
on my momma couch
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05 gotta work, all the niggas kicked out
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And suddenly,
things are looking up but not looking up
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A nigga break down and try
and sell that stuff
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Or maybe try and make paid
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selling bogus mixtapes
I couldn't though,
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I guess that's the hustling flow
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When a boy meets a man in the fake
Get the dough,
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we ain't livin', check the check
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Then we stealin' out the dough, it's like
Life is rough, this time is tough
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If I   drop my dime,
you're pickin' her up
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The ghetto, I'm sellin' their stamps
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just to  get some bucks
Mindspotters, pro wings,
but they look like chucks
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See the bus, our friend, if not, we stuck
No money for bail, get caught, we fucked
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Obey the laws of the land,
still shit outta luck
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Three checks for a bill, but
it still ain't enough
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If you tight with your money,
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don't loosen up
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We sell meth, the dope, or endosmoke I sell gems,
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but still the president of broke
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And that's real
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I said I   guess the good days are gone
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I   said I good days are gone
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I   said I guess the good days are gone
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I   said I the good days are gone
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They're gone, they're gone,
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they're gone, they're gone
I guess the good days are gone
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I guess the good days are gone
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I   guess the good days are gone
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
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I   guess the good days are gone
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With all the suckin' and chop
pin' they're gone
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The good days are gone
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Good days are gone
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Good days are gone
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I   guess the good days are gone
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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no, no, no
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Let her go, let her go
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Go, go
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