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Featuring Joey Bada$$ Prod by Harry Fraud (Verse 1) On some third eye shit, what a young nigga to do? Little you trying to figure the bigger truth of the belittled proof Hopped off this stoop and cocked this duece Adopted by the street life Moms was juice and riches, pops was tozy lifted Son of a gun, he put fools in ditches Raised well, timing all and he aged well At age twelve dropped a twelve Gauge of 28 twelves, when I blaze this L See niggas who ain't invade this style So they spray shells until grades Decells He remains well, but you can tell that life that was difficult Got flipped like reciprocals He retired the days in which he booted stays and caught up at fusing lays Now he gets induced whenever music plays (Hook x2) But that's just a day in the life, you saying it right We cats get this made in a night Get this made in a night You can say it ain't right Letras de canciones (Verse 2) At the back of my mind I'm held hostage Incarcerated flow, they got me locked up and blocked up my chakras Only thing on my conscious is contracts and contests Can't burn no bridges, surready no calling back to the Nigga I used to be when, shit was new to me move indubitably Honeys always talking about they nudity But stay including me to the Exclusivities I love titties, but amore kitties You know I got those vato, you know the motto for models Trust you gone swallow, but mine not those bottles Men lie, women lie, but not no lotto Its the bremevil underground but not, not no fossil (Hook x4) But that's just a day in the life, you saying it right We cats get this made in a night Get this made in a night You can say it ain't right From Letras Mania