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Baby, it's all in a day LB bidness My pen used to run across the page doin' suicides When they said by 25 that you would lie Inside a box, no controllin' the locks It's like Vegas in a way, you don't see no clocks I need all the luck, Shamrock Rapper feat, my career, timeline parallel to an athletes No cheat meals, no cheap thrills Make sure I clear the room whenever the tea spills (Tea spills) It's like I trained with Mike Tyson out in Catskills Big Dho was my Cus D'Amato Now we watch these new niggas act real for bravo When the truth a big pill to swallow Used to write to show niggas I was better than you, you, you Any comparison, it's whatever man (Whatever man) Y'all can Cirque Du Soleil all day Word to Yahweh, I'm good on whatever y'all say So whenever y'all play my quotes, jot them notes Examinin' things I wrote, just get the story right I brought my lunch pail to work everyday You decide to walk away, That's when they wanna sing your praises like (Blackness) "We always loved that nigga" and the next week nobody remembers It's like that Baby, it's all in a day Ayy, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo Yo, I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire (Yeah, yeah) On a Saturday like the Mighty Ryeders (Yeah) Adidas with some flip-flops is my attire Streamed your lil' album, shit was inconsistent, meh, spotty fire Y'all niggas mighty quiet, might be tonsillitis Tigallo flow cold like he got a virus And you to me is Gilligan to a Somali pirate Niggas sail on down the line So unbothered, what's a roar to a dandelion? (Fresh) Memories of a different past, a different bag In the bathroom checkin' my reflection in the tempered glass Finally accepting what I see and it's a different swag My definition of freedom is real tight You ask me what I'm doin' tomorrow, My only response is "Whatever the fuck I feel like" Made 40 revolutions over the sun and still it feels like I only begun I got bank accounts holding my funds Shoulders tired from holding my sons And hands are tired from holding my tongue I cared much more, now I care much less What sucks is young buck's ideas of success 'Til you kill shit, you have no sins to confess Nigga, pipe down, one round is not a fuck-fest Know thyself and the lights on the scene won't blind Just work, 'cause well-oiled machines don't grind Thin line between novel versus novelty My rate of jewels per verse is just perverse So listen, captain's bars for my honorable niggas And fair warning to you carnival niggas I'm out Baby, it's all in a day Yeah, yeah, yeah Smooth it out While we're absent, one for another, ooh yeah While we're absent, one for another It won't be too long, no, no While we're absent, one for another Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee While we're absent, one for another While we're absent, one for another, ooh, oh While we're absent, one for another Bah, bah, bah, bah While we're absent, one for another, ooh, oh While we're absent, one for another Bah, bah, bah, bah Mah-mah-mah-mah
Writer(s): Iii Thomas Louis Jones, Phonte Coleman, Michael Coy Redict Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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