ft. Samantha Lee



Chorus
(It's) Another day in the life
Another day in the life

Another day in the life
Where we be grindin'
We be tryin' to make it out(x2)


Verse 1:
Every morning I wake up, thank God for life

Making sure the only bars I`m behind are the one`s I write
Tryna` Make it out
Succeed on the scene

Never had the dollar but, always had the dream
Peeps see me rapping and have a habbit of yapping
start laughing when I say I`ll make it, they say it wont happen

Since they just take orders, ordered luck on my side
They`d be %#@! skateboarders, way the $#&@ up their grind
No choice but to respect me

Got decisions to make up for like GSP
MC K.G bringing life to the game
Since I`m giving you 1-ups, I`m expecting the same

I question if fame would be more stress on the brain
Lessons I`ve gained in life explain I might never be sane
Deranged, bringing my A-Game

Hoping things change
While the henny helping Kenny maintain, another day in the life..


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Verse 2:

These days I like being alone
Wanna be in my zone
Just me and patron,

a beat that I`ll own
Spit heat from the dome in the microphone
`till the night is gone

Release, then repeat in the morn'
I'll be speaking through your speakers 'till they blown
Come on, roll up the chron if thats your thing and whats happening

I got the (*##$es, so call up your cats to bring
The booze, and we can get to some fantastic things
Life's to short for depression

You can dwell in %#@! that happen, or can take it as a lesson
And of course, you'll have those people hatin' in the backround
tryna' hold you back, but don't back down

Remember how we'd cruise in Hali,
bumpin' tunes and gettin' roudy
Freestyling in the whip

record it, proudly play it loudly
Now its time for rhymes to become better things
'steada dreams

Believe me, I'll make it by any means

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Verse 3:
I honor this gin and tonic

The chronic I'm on it
I'm honest when I say I can't stop it
Got me feeling demonic as promised

Here's some %#@! for you to vibe to
As you ride through the city I do
That's the H to the A-L-I-F-A-X

K Guye Tryna earn respect
Got you bumpin' that head on your neck
and you ain't hearda me yet

Labels say I ain't deserving a check
So I'm earning their threats like
"stop killin' all our rappers.

You'll never make it anyway,
skill aint what we're after, stupid !@$(.
We need someone that we can slap an image on

who isn't fond of keeping their soul, Kenny,
you living wrong."
(*##$? Please. I'd be living right
if at night I wasn't sleeping in fright holding a weapon tight
And since I lost my girl, thats all I cuddle with

The only thing I got in this world is called the hustle (*##$!

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