| Yea I’m still the same dude that you met back then
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| I got ma shit bustin hard and I don’t act like them
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| I let the candy paint drip like the cocaine sniff
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| I’m dope and I don’t know bout days like this
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| I leave the house and pray to God that they don’t raid my shit
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| It’s hard I spent my whole life taking risk
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| Hit the mall spend a grip on a couple of fits
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| New kicks and I know they don’t hustle like this
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| Big faces no twentys not even a fifthy
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| So much money in my pocket that my jeans don’t fit me
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| Remember high school it was three for fifthy
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| Not that OG but it was green and sticky
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| I upgraded from yellow gold to platnium
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| And lost alot of friends when I started rapping
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| I never finished school I was caught in traffic
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| No metal on me homie because my glock is plastic
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| I was young I was gettin my cake thoe
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| Now I’m out of state letting that weight go
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| I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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| I roll up and I light my blunt
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| Yea I’m riding to that pac sippin leen and smokin
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| All eyes on me picture me rollin
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| Yea I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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| I roll up and I light my blunt
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| I get letters from the pen they wana keep him in
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| He caint wait to get out and play the streets again
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| It gets hard out here in these streets were in
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| It’s dry I can’t wait to eat again
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| Fresh money brand new and crispy
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| When I’m broke it feels like the whole worlds against me
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| My baby mother still screaming in my face
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| Calling me a loser cause I send things outa state
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| I guess I’m just a drug dealer living day by day
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| If you feel the same way and can’t take a brake
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| Then you feel my pain it’s like I’m paralyzed
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| Cause I’m stuck right here this is where I die
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| Fuck a 9−5 I culdnt wear a tie and this kinda lifestyle makes my parents cry
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| I got a kid know it’s time to make a change
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| When I open up that door I hear em' say my name
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| I was young I was gettin my cake thoe
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| Now I’m out of state letting that weight go
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| I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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| I roll up and I light my blunt
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| Yea I’m riding to that pot sleekin leen and smokin
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| All eyes on me picture me rollin
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| Yea I pray for another day cause this life is rough
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| I roll up and I light my blunt
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| Up early in the morning the sun ain’t up yet
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| Thinking about murder cause mayne I’m upset
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| Erase another line off the plague watch the sun set
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| Soon as you come out the house it’s would be yo last breathe
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| But you never came out the house so I’m out here
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| Trying to pay bills in the drought gotta kill again
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| Never leave the steel at the house never sleep again
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| Cause I missed out on so much when I’m in my dreams
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| So I’m out late on the fall trying to shake the being
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| Niggas getting bread of course but it never seems
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| To be enough I’m insane I be seeing stuff
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| Ran for the petty club golds with my ones
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| Look, I must be having fun but it’s not a game two stepping with my gun
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| Feelin like a king head hustlas like myself
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| Tryna join the team sick I’m on the meth pushers then we split the cheese |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Day, artist - Berner. Album song Weekend At Bernie's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп