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Another Day
Hip-Hop/Rap
Another Day was released on August 15, 2025 by New Generation Entertainment as a part of the album Original Killa City
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Release DateAugust 15, 2025
LabelNew Generation Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christopher Motte
Christopher Motte
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Motte
Christopher Motte
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Ficklin
Austin Ficklin
Producer
Connor Carrol
Connor Carrol
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
New Gen
Another day another dollar in this shoebox
It's just me against the world, feel like I'm Tupac
I ain't the type to play tough cause I'd be in jail
I'm the type to deliver a load without a CDL
Moving around I ran it up on accident
Now everybody toss me weight, I don't ask for shit (I don't ask)
It sound good but I'm just grateful for another day
I'm on this interstate praying it's gotta be a another way
I got my white tee on, windows down got my chain showing
I'm finna pull out them whips, like fuck a slave owner
This lil bitch I been trying to hit, she finally came over
She was rockin Versace, I had the same odor
I told her I'm a hustler but I don't bake soda
(I don't)
Girl I can make a lil flip and then it's game over
I'm poppin bottles, rollin woods because my case over
If my life was a verse you would think that Mase wrote it (Murder Mase)
In 2017 a **** stayed pouring
Now it's 23, no mud for me, I gotta stay focus
O City my love, that thunder stay on me
But that bay shit in my blood so a **** stay yokin
I sent a quarter pound to Tennessee my cousin Tae wanted
He called a day later for another like boy you stay on it
You know you doing something right when people hate on it
You try us, it's a Gildan shirt that's waiting with your face on it
Another day another dollar in this shoebox
It's just me against the world, feel like I'm Tupac
I ain't the type to play tough cause I'd be in jail
I'm the type to deliver a load without a CDL
Moving around I ran it up on accident
Now everybody toss me weight, I don't ask for shit
It sound good but I'm just grateful for another day
I'm on this interstate praying it's gotta be a another way
A lot of pain, a lack of trust, a lot of falling outs
A lot of downs, a lot of ups, too much of balling out
Your brother introduced me to his plug, I'm trying to talk him down
Saved his number under Westbrook because we bought him out
The rap game now, super sweet, it's hella watered down
Your last mixtape, was hella weak, fuck is you talkin' bout
He is not a boss, I seen him punchin in and clockin out
That man is all talk, without a gun won't even box it out
I be in the city with a load trying to get it off
While you be downtown with the hoe and you be trickin off
Paycom, I'm sittin press level while they tippin off
If I was you and you was me cutty, that would piss me off
Cute gangster little chick, she my Remy Ma
But still she book smart, handle her business and she keep a job
Stop chasing bitches and stay focused on your funds ****
If you pushing 40, stop competing with the young **** (Old ass ****)
Another day another dollar in this shoebox
It's just me against the world, feel like I'm Tupac
I ain't the type to play tough cause I'd be in jail
I'm the type to deliver a load without a CDL
(No license)
Moving around I ran it up on accident
Now everybody toss me weight, I don't ask for shit
It sound good but I'm just grateful for another day
I'm on this interstate praying it's gotta be a another way
New Gen
Written by: Christopher Motte
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