作词 : Adrian Rezza/Lucas Rezza/James Melendez
 作曲 : Lucas Rezza/Adrian Rezza
Yea this one’s for all the loved ones that we lost
I remember those good days
its ya boy Balistic Man, Sweetsound, 80  Empire
I remember those good days
When you use to come through & we would kick it
When I ain't have no one to talk to you would listen
Every time that I called you you'd pick up
I told you, I told you look what you ****ing did!
You think I'm a worm like you? No women no ****ing kids
Don't care if you the homie keep your distance you know me
I keep a list what you owe me. You shouldve listened to Tony
Then they wonder why we walk around strapped in Buffalo
This shit is like a circus & these clowns  acting tough you know
Just another crew  beefing with another crew
Shit ain't been the same since I lost my brother Lue
& Krisna too. Thats my sister that passed
We would sit & just laugh when we would visit at dads
People on their phones carrying just filming
Somebody murdered another parent burying their children
That's not the culture
Dont let a flock of vultures try to stop the sculpture
were molding together  they got power but not the ultra
Light a candle this shit is too much to handle
This one is for everyone that we lost & justice for Danielle
Good days
When you use to come through & we would kick it
When I ain't have no one to talk to you would listen
Every time that I called you  you'd pick up
Yea those Good days
When you use to come through & we would kick it
When I ain't have no one to talk to you would listen
Every time that I called you you'd pick up
It’s unimaginable to think that your not here any more
And its unthinkable to know  that that ain’t you  at the door  ya
Oh there ’s so much more we had to do together  and damn I really thought that you would last forever
But life is  so hard, I’m sick of these scars ohhh
Scars penetrate the skin, but rupture the soul  dodgin’ curve balls life goes
And we supposed to grow old  and never die, fresh to def forever fly
The young console by getting high  homicides grow  like cancer blood camouflaging
The ground and send the brave to an  early grave  and mamma prays  for lighter days
But jimmy’s forecast is purple hayes
Land minds, bombs, guns grenades.
Good days
When you use to come through & we would kick it
When I ain't have no one to talk to you would  listen
Every time that I called you you'd pick up
Yea  those Good  days
When you use to come through & we would kick it
When I ain't have no one to talk to you would listen
Every time that I called you you'd pick up