Phonte - Best of Times lyrics

"Hi, hahahahaha, the first thing I have to tell you is this This city was made from the original music It is not a counterfeit, this is the real one This one is true, this one is real" [Phil the Agony] Yeah, William Cosby sweaters There's only one thing better than cheddar If life is a puzzle, I put it together I'm like DMC, my Run Tougher Than Leather I come from an era of golf hats Ball caps, pimp hats with feathers Plaid slacks with the bu*ton-up jackets to match I blast at any knucklehead f**ing with rap I got to chuckle at that, rap black belt Motherf**er but the buckle is back Pro-rap, what you wanna do? Nothing with that You s** like a ho on figaro and you wack n***as know it and they talk to your back Behind closed doors and get a good laugh Like that factory that n***as in rap Your name ain't Seinfield if you black My clientele sell more than the crack that Reagan let in f** your Meagan Good friend at the Holiday Inn She look like her twin [Hook: Phonte] One thing's for certain, two things for sure No where to work and, no way to grow A crazy place, we all praying for the best of times Ohh yeah, yea-yeah-eaah [Krondon] My mind is like a piecebook I can't get no peace wherever I look My own worst enemy, even the evil get shook For the violence, the fans turn finicky Silly of me to think that I Could untie that ribbon in the sky Senior citizens in line The end sure isn't as pure to require that same sugar high Rely on religion if your heart's missing It won't work, certain it's all written Emerge, make 'em all listen Some rehearse them devilish words and put the hurt in 'em I mean put the hurting on 'em, with or without warning Been a whole year, shed a tear for him A year since I heard from him I don't care, I know where I'm going [Hook] [Phonte] Yo, everybody got the blues and it's evident Got workers losing they jobs and they residence And overseas n***as filing out Straight wilding out, tossing they shoes at the president It make me think about the loot that I shell out If times get tight will the show still sell out? Po' folk need help, they call it welfare When rich folk need it, then y'all call it a bail out It make me wanna yell out, but I just chill Because the love for my fam is priceless Long as I got them we'll be able to fight this Cause n***a I'm black, I was born in a financial crisis, sh**! So no eulogies, and no two-to-threes I'll survive cause being broke ain't new to me New opportunities and ways to grind Respect your mind and celebrate the best of times Now let's ride [Hook] [Phonte] - {repeat to end} Good times, good times