Another Day

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ungh, at the window of the twenty-sixth floor Seen a lot of money but i'm tryna see more Met a lot of people tried to smoke with them all Networking is key and i ain't talking no calls Ungh, look at all of these broads Running through events rubbing shoulders with the stars Destiny is this and that's something i know sure Cause i'm just a kid from Jersey but the part with no shore Ungh, but they got a lot of crack for sale And plenty ass whooping's for free [????] MTV, it ain't all PG And past one-twelve man it ain't all peachy Youngins looking for cream tryna come up easy And everything's a come-up when you come-up greasy Ramen noodles and mac made easy [?] pop you out your kicks [?] your head all [?] [Hook] Ungh, but tomorrow is another day All out of sour so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze Ain't been home in a couple days But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin' (x2) [Verse 2] Nikes by the fork with a airport crew-neck Catch a nigga coming at my crew neck On his face i two-step How you like my dance moves? Niggas getting slapped up, bitches getting cancelled Candy ass niggas like the house they held Hansel Violate your crib and slap the pictures of the mantle Now that's just belligerent Gotta show these niggas you ain't ignorant And that right there is so [?] and ridiculous Sorry i don't compliment your nigga-ness The white man put us down but we the final blow deliver us Them we wonder why them niggas always wanna pick on us Cause we walk around like our pants ain't never fitting us Old enough to know, but young enough to still not give a fuck Yeah i contradict myself, so what? Balls in your throat slut Gag, gag, gag 'Till you throw up Know what? Never wanna grow up Want the bread, cheese lettuce, hold the coldcut [Hook] Ungh, but tomorrow is another day All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze Ain't been home in a couple days But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin' (x2) [Verse 3] X's on my hand and wristbands from last night I'm just tryna make it last, so i'm out here living each and every evening like my last night Had to be a millionaire inside my past life Boss life, whatchu know about it? Pimp like how we go 'bout it Make a nigga smack a hoe about it Go and count some dough about it Pull a hoe and make her blow about it Swear to god this my last glass Type to type to tell a mediocre bitch she [??] Like a fart she can pass gas But i ain't even gonna stroke that Just make her blow me while i blow grass -- [Hook] Ungh, but tomorrow is another day All out of [?] so i guess i'll smoke a blunt of haze Ain't been home in a couple days But when i touch home everything the same, i'm sayin' (x2)