Another Day
Another day, another struggle
Another day,on the grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day just went by
Tryna get my shit right
I'm Comin up, bring me down
Huh, I wish you would try
I'm nice as a surgeon in charge
Making sure my kids will ball like Lavar's
Real Nice in the muthafuckin house
Stand up, stand up and make me some noise
Y'all making me laugh like it's a joke
Got me an Impala, then put it on spokes
Murder, She Wrote
I'm asking who killed hip-hop and it seems that nobody knows
But I been knowing
These rappers is fake as hell and it been showing
Ugh, you know how I'm rollin
Jammin Screw I'm in slow motion
Another day, another struggle
Another day, I grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day, another buck 50
So many days, I ain't had shit
So I got down and worked, now I feel like Dirk
My grandmama died on a floor made of dirt
And a bed that was old
That lady deserved to be buried in a casket of gold
How come she wasn't, people is broke
People is poor, but you can't kill the hope
The end is not far
Gimme the keys to the city like Kendrick Lamar
People talk, and that shit won't stop
RIP DJ Scott La Rock
Ugh, RIP Ricky, this is for you my brotha
There will never be another
You will be missed, you was the man
Please wait on me and the fam
Another day just went by
Another day we get high
Another day, another night
Another day we push and continue the fight
From Zoot Suits to Zoot Suits still
What the hell, I'll always rep my race well
I'm brown to my death, till the day that I die
I'll be Mexican again if I could retry
Another day, another struggle
Another day, I grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day, another struggle
Another day, I grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day,on the grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day just went by
Tryna get my shit right
I'm Comin up, bring me down
Huh, I wish you would try
I'm nice as a surgeon in charge
Making sure my kids will ball like Lavar's
Real Nice in the muthafuckin house
Stand up, stand up and make me some noise
Y'all making me laugh like it's a joke
Got me an Impala, then put it on spokes
Murder, She Wrote
I'm asking who killed hip-hop and it seems that nobody knows
But I been knowing
These rappers is fake as hell and it been showing
Ugh, you know how I'm rollin
Jammin Screw I'm in slow motion
Another day, another struggle
Another day, I grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day, another buck 50
So many days, I ain't had shit
So I got down and worked, now I feel like Dirk
My grandmama died on a floor made of dirt
And a bed that was old
That lady deserved to be buried in a casket of gold
How come she wasn't, people is broke
People is poor, but you can't kill the hope
The end is not far
Gimme the keys to the city like Kendrick Lamar
People talk, and that shit won't stop
RIP DJ Scott La Rock
Ugh, RIP Ricky, this is for you my brotha
There will never be another
You will be missed, you was the man
Please wait on me and the fam
Another day just went by
Another day we get high
Another day, another night
Another day we push and continue the fight
From Zoot Suits to Zoot Suits still
What the hell, I'll always rep my race well
I'm brown to my death, till the day that I die
I'll be Mexican again if I could retry
Another day, another struggle
Another day, I grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Another day, another struggle
Another day, I grind for my mother
Another day up till the night
I don't sleep, neither does the hustle
Another day, another bag
Another day, these hoes still mad
Another day sipping dirty
It's everyday, I know you heard me
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Rivera
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