Brand New Day

We up now, but we was down or at the bottom
You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin'
I knew we'd find a way out though regardless
I've been starin' out the window and I'm smokin' by the carton
Smokin', sippin', overthinkin', but tomorrow is a brand new day
No one's listenin', so I'm trippin', but no matter what I still get paid

Yuh, I was raised with the gorillas, shit changed with the fame
But I remained and still the realest
I've been goin' thru the pain, but I don't need no pain killers
I just take it on the chin, I ain't a slave to no prescription
Dropped out in grade 10 and I ain't proud of that shit
I knew I had a bigger purpose, I was outta that bitch
Scribble my thoughts down on paper, writin' powerful shit
Who woulda known that that's the reason I was bout to get rich
You feel me, yeah, I'm thinkin' back on who I used to be
Before I ever could afford all this jewelry
Lookin' back at old pictures thinkin' who is he?
But I admit I'm way fonder of the newer me
You sell your soul for some Spotify streams
So they see me as a target, they don't got 'em like me
I had three albums out by the time I was nineteen
I'm a product of my hustle, I am not a hype beast, that's y'all

We up now, but we was down or at the bottom
You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin'
I knew we'd find a way out though regardless
I've been starin' out the window and I'm smokin' by the carton
Smokin', sippin', overthinkin', but tomorrow is a brand new day
No one's listenin', so I'm trippin', but no matter what I still get paid

The beat dropped and now I'm liable to kill it
In a battle by myself and it's like I've been playin' scrimmage
Been defyin' all the physics thru the power of my lyrics
They've been sour, I can feel it, they know I will never give in
Turn these hours into minutes I've been puttin' in the labor
Talk behind my back, but never look me in the face though
Back in '09 I was cookin' up with Nato
Now I'm rich off of this rap shit, they book me in the place [?]
The tax man callin', he been lookin' at the payroll
Got regrets from my past, but they shouldn't be this painful
Now ever y time I take my shot I know I'm not gonna miss
I know they hate to see me winnin', that was not my intent
I hear ' em talkin' they shit, but it's because they not on the list
Pardon my French, but it'd be nice if you could hop off my dick
By this time next year, I'll say I bought my first crib
Which is ironic cause the scene better cough up the rent
Now I'm the landlord

We up now, but we was down or at the bottom
You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin'
I knew we'd find a way out though regardless
I've been starin' out the window and I'm smokin' by the carton
Smokin', sippin', overthinkin', but tomorrow is a brand new day
No one's listenin', so I'm trippin', but no matter what I still get paid



Credits
Writer(s): Malik Garraway, Cole Corbett Stevenson, Nathan Down, Jay Thorne Edmondson
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