Day In My Life

I Wake up, roll up, I'm high I'm back in the living room and mumzy asking son you alright I looked and smiled, told her I'm fine but know for a fact, she can read my mind She said son just stay inside but f*ck, my broski died and ever since I turned To a spy now I'm getting a call from wife, she said Baby come spend the night I said yeah come, maybe I might But bae guess what bro, hit my line copped a new whip, I stepped on the glide I didn't think twice, I slapped on my nikes Ain't tryna hit the M6's lies You can't live a day in my fucking life I walk round ends with a pirate knife You can see that look in my eye If I catch that boy, I'm hitting his spine How many times do I jump out rides Half of the opps shouldn't be alive I'm tryna make that dumb bitch fly On the opp block in a stolen whip I just got nicked, now I'm serving time Step in Jail, I'm copping verbal unknown cunts behind the fence Your bro got packed, I know that was hurtful still to this day, I wish I was there Play 13 with Amac and Herbo Taking a break, I'm braiding my hair Caught him in traffic, slow like a turtle pushing the door, were stomping, his head Sent to my cell, I'm now on rotations I can't lie, I fucking hate it But chat on my bros that passed I'm down to slide on any occasion Time went past, told gangnem laters just got bail, I stepped on pavement Changed my clothes, I slapped on latex Broski passed, the shank, I take it I can't leave the house while naked YJ just said don't carry a knife I left that room and I told her save it some would say my life's a matrix cause How many time I wasted? Ching or be ching it's fucking basic How many nights I slept in jail? Like f*ck oh well, its' the risk I'll take it But shout out to my wifey How many nights that she's still waited All friends fake, I see them fake it Catch me opp, you know I chase it Slice his neck and leave him faceless I had dreams about chinging the chest But If I see ***** I'm breaking his braces Smoke that pack and get so faded Still to this day, I opp block Tour big bro told me I should hop off roads Your music ting is starting to grow Whoa, I can't just do it for show hop in whips and break them laws Stay round there for the violent cause Got down opps, I still want more F*ck I fein to see blood pour pause, let me just talk about scores Got board, got board, got board, got board Tried run, and still got board Tried run, and still got board Got hit in the chest, 360 spin, I watched Him fall Civilians are screaming no The opp block is way too dry But if we catch them, they lose their balls Ain't tryna hear about K on the 9, bro's The reason he's up with the Lord Still tryna air out binds Get round there with a fucking sword Ching man down from dressed to shorts Ching man down from dressed to shorts I wake up, roll up, I'm high I'm back in the living room And mumzy asking, son, you alright? I look and smiled, told her I'm fine But know for a fact she can read my mind She said, son, just stay inside But f*ck, my broski died and ever Since I turned to a spy Now I'm getting a call from wife she said, baby, come spend the night I said, yeah, come, maybe I might But bae, guess what, bro, hit my line Copped a new whip, I stepped on that glide I didn't think twice, I slapped on my Nikes Ain't tryna hit the M6 lies You can't even live a day of my fucking life