Day In The Life
On some third eye shit
La Musica de Harry Fraud
On some third eye shit
What a young nigga to do? Little yute
Trying to figure the bigger truth
Fed up with little proof
Hopped off this stoop and cocked this duece
Adopted by the street life
Moms was juice and riches
Pops was tools he lifted, son of a gun
He put fools in ditches
Raised well, time went on and he aged well
At age 12 dropped a twelve
Gauge and two A-12’s when I blaze this L
See niggas who ain't obey the style
So they spray shells and
Tool-grade's the cells he remain swell
But you can tell that life
That was once difficult
Got flipped like reciprocals
He retired the days in which he
Booted slaves and caught up in
Fusillades, and now he gets
Induced whenever music plays
But that's just a day in the life
You saying it right
Weak cats get dismayed in a night
Get this made in a night
You can say it ain't right
But that's just a day in the life
You saying it right
Weak cats get dismayed in a night
Get this made in a night
You can say it ain't right
At the back of my mind I'm held hostage
Incarcerated flow, they got me locked up and
Blocked up my chakras
Only thing on my conscience
Is contracts and contests
Can't burn no bridges
Surready no calling back to the
Nigga I used to be when, shit was new to me
Move indubitably
Honeys always talking about they nudity
But stay including me to the exclusivities
I love titties, but amor kitties
You know I got those vato
You know the motto for models
Trust you gon' swallow
But mine not those bottles
Men lie, women lie, but not no lotto
It's the primeval underground but nah
Not no fossil
But that's just a day in the life
You saying it right
Weak cats get dismayed in a night
Get this made in a night
You can say it ain't right
But that's just a day in the life
You saying it right
Weak cats get dismayed in a night
Get this made in a night
You can say it ain't right
But that's just a day in the life
You saying it right
Weak cats get dismayed in a night
Get this made in a night
You can say it ain't right
