Another Day Another Dollar, Pt. II

Lyrics

[Intro: Kaleb Mitchell] BENCHWRMRS Uh, uh, uh Uh-huh One take, one take, one take Another day, another dollar, but the dollar ain't enough Yeah, yo [Verse 1: Kaleb Mitchell] I always went where they scared to go, niggas terrified I seen some things in my dreams that'll leave you paralyzed You ever get a call saying yo' family missing And ten years later you still don't know if they dead or alive I mean like what would you do, I been through things as a child That'd make a grown man wanna load it and shoot I picked the pen and pad up, my homie picked a flag up I was picking out my samples, he was picking bags up It was thе same motive, differеnt approaches, we after paper If you ain't 'bout a dollar, then sucka I'll see you later, uh Been had the vision and I ain't speaking Coleco Moms was on chemo, I'm depressed, and my green low Way back before I was blacking out on them free throws I mapped out the game, no one ever gave me a cheat code Suckas moving shiesty promise I already peeped those Just get used to the fact, that I'm the one but I ain't ne--- You get it already [Chorus: Kaleb Mitchell] Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough 'Nother day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah Ah, ah, ah Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah [Verse 2: John Givez] Scared money don't make no money Millitant minded niggas wit' the rank on gunnery You ever seen a nigga you could take from suddenly? Move in subtlety, take 'em for all that he got in his pockets like butter we Utterly, disregard the fact that felonies exist Third strike for my nigga if we go down for this My mama told me I should really slow down and sit She don't understand a nigga out here tryna get rich Holy father, I been out here, on a mission for a dollar Know it ain't right but I can't quite white collar Fuck a lottery, hit the robbery, yeah, that's the policy Then hit the e-way, praying' twelve ain't followin' You feel the bottom of ya stomach, rumble in the jungle I can't fumble, I can't fumble, so I make tha money bundle I keep a stitch lip, niggas gotta stay humble We just hit a big lick, prayin' that it don't crumble [Chorus: Kaleb Mitchell] Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough 'Nother day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah Ah, ah, ah Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah (Uh) Ah I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah (Uh) Ah, ah (Uh) [Outro] The person you have called is unavailable right now