On some third eye shit
What a young nigga to do?
Little you trying to figure the bigger truth or belittle proof
Hopped off this stoop cock this duece
Adopted by the street life
Moms was juice and riches
Pops was tozy lifted son of a gun
He perferred the ditches
Rays well timing when aged well
At age twelve dropped a twelve
Gave you gave a 280 twelves, when I blaze this L
See niggas who aint invade this style
So they spray shells until grades decells
Remains well but you can tell that life that was indifficult
Got flipped like reciprocals
He retired the days in which he booted he .. caught up at…
Now he gets induced whenever that music plays
[x2]
But thats just a day in the life you saying it right
We cats get this made in a night
Get this made in a night
You can say it aint right
At the back of my mind I’m held hostage
Incarcerated flow they got me locked up and blocked up my shockles
Only thing on my conscious is contracts and contests
Cant burn no bridges, surready no callin’ back to the
Nigga I used to be when,
Shit was new to me movin’ doubly hunnies always talkin’ about they nudity,
but staying clue to me to the exclusivities I love titties
But Imore kitties, you know I got this vato, you know the motto for models
Trust you gon’ swallow but mine not those bottles
Men lie, women lie, but not no lotto
Its the bremevil underground but not no fossil
[x4]
But thats just a day in the life you saying it right
We cats get this made in a night
Get this made in a night
You can say it aint right
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