Jeden Tag

(Hoppin' out my whip, and I'm Parked Up)
(X10)
(Scratch mixed it)
Huh, look

Latex on, this ain't safe sex, hun (nah)
I was rollin' 'round, strapped in a one (bap)
And bro-bro had to change next one
Could a great Astra made the paigons run? (Oh, shit)
And the pigs, even they clocked on
Grip sticks, roll it with a blade, got long
Call me Slick Rick, I was tryna shave up dons
Now, it's click-click, tryin' to get your shape up, dons

Broke boy, get your cake up (a-huh)
Get some page cut, or get a day job (some work)
And you know I'm stayin' gang, I won't say much (say less)
I'ma eat up your food, get my way up in meth (finesse)
Got a blade tucked, leave your strip tapеd up (khalas)
Merry berry in the trap, I just bakе off (for the cash)
Stuck gun, they all race off (flash)
And if you face off, I'm tryna take his face off (yey, crash)

You got a wap, right? (A-huh) You gotta act right (huh)
And if I ever see an opp then it's that time (oh, shit)
Bro got locked in the box for a trap line (free him)
It's all nuts, he was tryna make his tag time
I still drill in the field, I'ma slap mine (bap)
Rinse the kid, tryna make a nigga flatline (packed)
Shit's fucked, it's a matter about a black life
Still make a black brother wear a black ties, that life (look)

I was in a B-cap, now, I'm with a B-cap (huh)
G-packs, I'ma make him relapse
Jugging in a jailhouse, I was sellin' sheets, akh
Quick handshakes, so the screws didn't see that (quickly)
Where to? Roll it with my seat back
Check the rearview, thinkin' "Fuck a TPAC"
Two, they want my cell closed, tell 'em "I don't need that"
I like my bread toast, they won't let me heat that

Ain't no Cardi B, WAP, it's a nine milli (bap)
If I put it in your lap, would you ride with me? (Huh?)
Jump on road just to die, silly
And them niggas never rid, tell my niggas "Just don't lie to me"
My killy, if I die, help my mom out (huh)
And then bring a gun out (real shit)
Niggas just scream "R.I.P." 'cah they're done out
My nigga got touched, I was shocked what we got out

Big ting (brr), I'll do time, or I'll die for my siblings
Let me get an inkling
There's any opps chillin'? I will slide through and pill 'em (HSQ)
Roll with a smoke, tryna bill him (shoot)
It's peak if I ever get his billin', I'll krill him up
Sweets, I got cavity teeth, it needs fillin' up (bap)
Still tryna stack up my P's 'til they ceilin' up (bro)
I just spoke to a fiend, said he's clean, and phoned back
Four, three, and one, shit's fucked, I'm still servin'

Seaside, line building up, I need workers, I'm hirin', heh
This shit's tirin' (it's long)
I don't know why it's me they're admirin'
I jump in a whip with a firin' and firin' (bap)
Or I'm tightenin' my, it's a street life (what happened?)
Ain't no sweet life, no Cody or Zack with the G tag
My Cody will slap (hitsquad), did the heat rise?
Then phone for a pack, get a 3-5

Weed like it's nuttin', smoke 'til I'm coughin'
Bro, what's the angle? Bro told me "Nuttin'"
And he knows we ain't stoppin', if anything pops off
Would've been brown bread if bro lets the dots off (oh, shit)
Switch off the SIM card just in case cops watch
I've been playin' Hopscotch (switch it), numbers and hot spots (huh)
I see an opp, oh, shit, I'ma dump off (bap)
Eldest son, so I gotta grind nonstop (yey)