Hook These our the, these our the days of our lives but we/ Keep grinding, keep grinding, ain't no sleep to-night 'cause/ These are the days of our lives/ X 4 Verse 1 I won't back down/ Though I know they got the crown/ Build my empire/ See their top & take it down/ See em out talking/ That's all they do, a jacking move/ No substance in their songs, so I knew I had to pack a groove/ Classic stew, I'll feed it to ya - ain't no diets over here/ Eat it up til you full, take the recipe & spread the news/ I got bigger dreams than fucking R&B bitches/ I got a son bitches!/ Try to picture better riches/ Gotta raise him til he's richer/ Find my niche & let em picture/ I wanna see him looking up, say "that's daddy, he's the victor"/ What Alabama artist you know turning down pussy/ Foot is firmly/ Planted on this planet/ Rookies pussy footing/ Cookie cut it's like I'm fucking using you like groupies do it/ Scoop your ugly girlfriend and sit beside to look brand new/ Ooh it's like you stupid, you're like Hoovers in the game/ Bet the pres had called & said "it's YOU that's changing things"/ Insane/- Hook Verse 2 Yo, I won't take no/ While y'all in the stop-&-go/ Over to the fast lane/ Look over/ "let's get it, Joe"/ Y'all gotta know I mean it, I'm just fiending for success/ I'm impressed with their ascension but their business is a mess/ And yes in the flesh I'm trying to get the best dressed/ I don't need to keep it flashy, if it's comfortable is best/ I'm a grown-ass man making grown-ass music/ See the trees flying by, keep it neutral, gotta do it/ It's a party tune, into it, so you know we gotta act a fool/ Throw ya hands up!/ Who wanna get into it?!/ Hold/ Yo/ Hands/ And make em touch the sky/ Throw yo drink up, get it done, bet it's a crazy night/ Crazy 'cause you made it, make some memories like Vegas/ I get faded, bet I make it til you see me in the pavement/ Now the test is/ Are we gonna be the greatest?/ Can you take it?/- Hook