Day Brake

[Intro]

A little hash in my weed

A little more more for me

I'm rolling up another tree

(I'm still smoking weed)

And do I, and do I, and do I

(But...)

Everything everything you need

Singles on repeat

I didn't know I would grow to be everything you need

(One time...)

So absurd (So absurd)

Nigga I swerve on that

I get the word (What's the word)

So put the curb on that

I been here alone, I planned on my feet

I damage your speech, when I'm above and you be beneath

I rather complete, I'm smoking a tree

Kill the disease, the helluva steez

Praying on your knees, die on your feet

I can't believe, this is relief

I can rely on the leaf

To put my optic at ease

Won't comply with police

Only a coward'll die on they knees

[Hook]

One is for the money

Two is for the shows

Three is for the bitches

And four be for my foes

One is for the money

Two is for the shows

If three is for my bitches

The four be for my foes

[Verse 1]

Always been a victim cause I'm quicker with the (unaware)

Slap the snooze -button like a sticker on a (derriere)

Close shut my eyes like Martin

Torn pictures of she scattered in my apartment

'Til that shit looks like my carpet

That's why they always say you always finish what you start with

Now I'm not the type to change your life

I gave you advice I gave you the dice to roll

You play the game, you take the train

You prefer my bicycle

(ooh)

[?]

Whether to this armageddon

The true slug, true thugs only rise in heaven

So if the best moments only last a second

A 1-1 since the time a nigga turned eleven

Perhaps my ladies know, what ever made me so

Callous inside And I'm not talking about baby toe

I'd rather feel the rhythm of the world, instrumental

Instead I got these problems when my girl going mental

It go

[Hook]

One for the money

Two is for the shows

If three is for the bitches

The four be for my foes

One is for the money

Two is for the shows

If three is for the bitches

The four be for my foes

[Verse 2]

Oh, man I told my mans I never can

She's from Mali, her friends from Sudan

She don't pop molly but she could drink the gin

Sunset boardwalk, I'm interested in

What's between the knees

I taste the weed resin from the bottom lip

When I got the kiss, now I gotta dip

Not another phone call

Got another jones, y'all

My ex women stress me like a test read

From the clinic when you're in it unprotected

Better wrap it up for the long trajectory

(Blaster)

Never going there but I have to

Just another chapter in a mind of a bachelor

I hug her so she knows I love her

Strangers but we fucking like we know each other

So let's proceed with the next shit

My attitude is "F it"

In truth it made it effortless

It goes

[Hook]

One for the money

Two is for the shows

If three is for the bitches

The four be for my foes

One is for the money

Two is for the shows

If three is for the bitches

The four be for my foes

[Outro]

So absurd (So absurd)

Nigga I swerve on that

I get the word (What's the word)

So put the curb on that

I been here alone, I planned on my feet

I damage your speech, when I'm above and you be beneath

I rather complete, Im smoking a tree

Kill the disease, the helluva steez

Pray on your knees, die on your feet

I can't believe, this is relief

I can rely on the leaf

To put my optic at ease

Won't comply with police

Only a coward'll die on they knees