Lovely Day
Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga
We talking 'bout lovely days, getting paid
Puffing on that haze, yeah
Screwed up click, top of the charts, nigga holla at 'em
Yeah Ro, I think today a lovely day
No vest, but my glock 40 tucked away
I use to hustle yay, and watch for the one time
Now I'm caked up, 'cause I spit punch lines
My grandpa had to show me how to be a man
I used to watch him hustle hard, just to get a grand
I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar
I know you mad, 'cause my Benz got a lil' leather
I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high
I told Z-Ro when I met him, "Nigga I'ma ride"
We fuck them niggas heads up, when this shit drop (fo' sho')
'Cause y'all other niggas, fucking up hip-hop
I can't stop I won't stop, 'til I'm gone
To all my niggas locked up, I hope y'all come home
That's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up
I look around, God blessed me with great stuff
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
(A lovely day), a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
I must have woke up this morning on the right side of the bed
'Cause I can't and nothing to bitch about, even though I'm low on bread
And my partner Duke called me, and said that he was coming over
You know what that mean, them boys out the Clover ain't never sober
Ding-dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den
This look like a gangsta party to me, come on, come in then
We know we got a lot of haters, but we ain't tripping
'Cause we living how we wanna, live daily smoking and sipping
When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us
And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us
So chill homie, for real homie
'Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie
But I will homie I ride for Clover geez, just like I ride for A.B.N
By sneaking up on the opposition, at any event you would have place they in
Except for right now, 'cause all I wanna do is lay back
In a 300 on 22's, or the living room inside a Maybach
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
Before I went platinum, ain't nobody wanna holla
It was too many cheats, ain't nobody wanna follow
So I had to make moves, on my own man
I'm one of the few Houston rappers with a home man
Fifteen thousand square feet, bitch nigga
Now that's the real definition, of a rich nigga
Crocodile Air Force Ones, blue and gold
I'm chilling, but if I got a problem you'll know
I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now
And that '71 Cadillac on swangas, holdin' a baretta down
Laws already hate us, 'cause we young black men
Especially 'cause we rappers, with tons of stacks to spend
Haters do what they can, kings of the South do what they wanna do
The drank is purple the pistol is chrome, and the marijuana blue
In the county we wear orange, and state jail is white
We don't rack up we act up, all motherfucking night
It's just the way I shine, in these city streets
From the way I grind, so my family can eat
When I make a my pay, it's a lovely day
Lovely day
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
We talking 'bout lovely days, getting paid
Puffing on that haze, yeah
Screwed up click, top of the charts, nigga holla at 'em
Yeah Ro, I think today a lovely day
No vest, but my glock 40 tucked away
I use to hustle yay, and watch for the one time
Now I'm caked up, 'cause I spit punch lines
My grandpa had to show me how to be a man
I used to watch him hustle hard, just to get a grand
I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar
I know you mad, 'cause my Benz got a lil' leather
I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high
I told Z-Ro when I met him, "Nigga I'ma ride"
We fuck them niggas heads up, when this shit drop (fo' sho')
'Cause y'all other niggas, fucking up hip-hop
I can't stop I won't stop, 'til I'm gone
To all my niggas locked up, I hope y'all come home
That's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up
I look around, God blessed me with great stuff
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
(A lovely day), a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
I must have woke up this morning on the right side of the bed
'Cause I can't and nothing to bitch about, even though I'm low on bread
And my partner Duke called me, and said that he was coming over
You know what that mean, them boys out the Clover ain't never sober
Ding-dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den
This look like a gangsta party to me, come on, come in then
We know we got a lot of haters, but we ain't tripping
'Cause we living how we wanna, live daily smoking and sipping
When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us
And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us
So chill homie, for real homie
'Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie
But I will homie I ride for Clover geez, just like I ride for A.B.N
By sneaking up on the opposition, at any event you would have place they in
Except for right now, 'cause all I wanna do is lay back
In a 300 on 22's, or the living room inside a Maybach
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
Before I went platinum, ain't nobody wanna holla
It was too many cheats, ain't nobody wanna follow
So I had to make moves, on my own man
I'm one of the few Houston rappers with a home man
Fifteen thousand square feet, bitch nigga
Now that's the real definition, of a rich nigga
Crocodile Air Force Ones, blue and gold
I'm chilling, but if I got a problem you'll know
I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now
And that '71 Cadillac on swangas, holdin' a baretta down
Laws already hate us, 'cause we young black men
Especially 'cause we rappers, with tons of stacks to spend
Haters do what they can, kings of the South do what they wanna do
The drank is purple the pistol is chrome, and the marijuana blue
In the county we wear orange, and state jail is white
We don't rack up we act up, all motherfucking night
It's just the way I shine, in these city streets
From the way I grind, so my family can eat
When I make a my pay, it's a lovely day
Lovely day
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
(A lovely day), it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
A lovely day, it's a lovely day
A lovely day, a lovely day
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Writer(s): Skip Scarborough, William Harrison Withers Jr.
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