Another Day

[Intro]

Anther day, another dollar, right

Gon' dedicate this one to Mac Miller, ya heard? (Just another day, another dollar)

[Verse 1: UFO Fev]

Been in my lane so long, I dozed off at the wheel

The doc said I crashed into a deal

Now I'm an artist, the last you could feel

I mastered my skill, I'm nice from Japan to Brazil

This ain't a bad bitch with me, she my wife

And I ain't goin' back and forth, homie, I'm livin' my best life

So I'ma throw first, stand tall, like, "Yeah, I'm the man"

It coulda been worse, the word earth means dirt

Now you stuck in rotation

Militant, but never joined the Nation

The All-High UFO invasion

Right, you see me rollin' through smooth

Like I'm Dean Martini smokin' herb, drinkin' Fiji

I ain't inherit nothin' but stress

I'm puttin' emcees to the test

Teach 'em better if they come incorrect

This one sweater might run you a check

It's no labels, no recordin' artist or exec could say

They seen it like UFO

Fee measured by degrees, Ecuador, when it comes to this flow

Build equity, that's all I know

And I ain't need to hear four-four-four to gain knowledge and grow

Playa, I did that, even a bobcat is a big cat

I am in the conversation, you cannot dismiss that

Full sleeve, I have a junkie where your kid's at

Playin' ball with 'em just to prove to you I'm big facts

Life come at you fast, don't take it personal

My style like hittin' the glass, look what these words could do

You hooked on phonics, it's gas, let you smell that

I'm hooked on chronic, my past life hell

In this one, I'm symbolic

Plus I get fly and I'm ten toes solid, God must be acknowledged

Right

Look, another day, another dollar

[Verse 2: Marlon Craft]

Superior flows, Craft got that fuck you disease

Like venereal goes, take the fight to where they're comfortable

And set up shop there, I got imperial goals

Homie, I ain't even near to my goals, that shit put fear in your soul

Real ones like, "we hearin' you, bro", yeah

So I proceed for the simple fact, that's simple facts

And I talk to 'em 'bout the work as if the shit was slack

But that, I would never, I'm glad my endeavors ain't half-hearted treasure

Upon the first few X's in the sand

'Cause he who never made a wrong turn's a directionless man

And eventually, I'll play the lows, fretless with one hand

But 'til then, I need some boundries just to know just where I am, like

I been lettin' enemies at my energy

'Cause some of 'em just look like friends to me

And I know that that's cliché, but most clichés started as the truth

So you gon' run into a few if you be partial to the proof

Simply put, I just ain't one of these artists you can mute

Before that, I'll be one of these artists you could shoot

Sometimes beautiful's ugly and the heart just isn't cute

You could hang me by my art if its the noose, Craft

[Verse 3: Termanology]

Uh, these funny rappers blow overnight and the Rover white

Pitchin', I'm dissecting they lyrics and they over-hyped

Show's overpriced, damn, they is cold as ice

Sellin' you product that's garbage, they get me overtight

It's cold at night 'cause I been livin' the sober life

Had to go blow-for-blow so I could get me my soldier stripes

Overhand rights from Tyson Fury or Mike Tys'

And knife fights, pussy, tell me what your life like

Chicken with the rice, five-dollar plate shit

Introducin' y'all to Mac Miller from the basement

2020, spaceships, the process is greatness

Law-town, Masses, signed to Roc Nation

Check the birth certificates, my brother is killin' it

Never thought limited, we handlin' our business

Givin' back to the children, that's what we do

We raisin' money, too, S.T. Show Off Crew, we worldwide

[Outro]

Another day, another dollar

Another day, another dollar

Another day, another dollar

Another day, another dollar