S.O.D

[Intro]

Yeahhh

Get down or get moved

No matter who you are boy

[Bridge]

Things don't matter, when your shit splatter

Cut the chit chatter, bitch niggas scatter

Get up off that corner, if it don't be on ya

Loved one's I'll mourn ya, after you get hit

And that's it, yeah

[Chorus]

Another day another dollar

With my chronic marijuana

Who I'm gon screw next

Another day another death

And I done lost a fair share

Ain't too many real left

Nigga this ain't part time

I do it till the death

And I'm doing it the best

While manuevering that s

Nigga this it ain't part time

We do it till it's done

And it's s.o.d. when I'm on d son

[Verse 1]

Od motherfucking I ain't blink all day, gutter

These niggas sweeter than the pink rozay

Mink gold 2k I'm Cuban mink all grey

Louie belt shiny trey with my mink on hey

Bright diamond how I'm shining so the girls want play

Knock the lining off vagina she'll be sore all day

Perfect timing when I'm rhyming I'm your boy don't play

I'm with sadam with the radan spent the 4 ok

Yeah, once for the you know what

I'm a beat makers dream yea I chew those up

Whack a blue nose, I screw hoes, my shoes roll up

22 lows, from euro's, I pulled last month

Ain't 1 thing I don't understand that's how ya roll with a man at the same time owing a man

Shoot to the top, I'm knowing I can, I'm knowing you seen

I know who you been, I'm a machine

[Chorus]

Another day another dollar

With my chronic marijuana

Who I'm gon screw next

Another day another death

And I done lost a fair share

Ain't too many real left

Nigga this ain't part time

I do it till the death

And I'm doing it the best

While manuevering that s

Nigga this it ain't part time

We do it till it's done

And it's s.o.d. when I'm on d son

(Swami On Deck!)

[Verse 2]

Uh, millionaire glare through my cartiers

(The plk) tony yay and Ferrari yeah

You got your hood tatted on you and hardly there

I'm in and out the mix move like I gotta warrant stare

At me I'm exactly why these niggas unhappy

I turn a g to an athlete, Kersee-Joyner Jackie

You don't like me nigga clap me

But don't miss cause that be, you had me

We passing on ya stomach in the backseat

I don't trust a soul, and motherfuckers know

And I rep till I go, let the kush burn slow

I get it by the o get it get it by the o

No, not an o add on 7 more

And I can't blame it all on queens it's in my genes

The stink I let in my 16's and get the cream

I'm clean, nigga fool them don't fool yourself

You’s a elf and more than half of y'all can use some help

[Chorus]

Another day another dollar

With my chronic marijuana

Who I'm gon screw next

Another day another death

And I done lost a fair share

Ain't too many real left

Nigga this ain't part time

I do it till the death

And I'm doing it the best

While manuevering that s

Nigga this it ain't part time

We do it till it's done

And it's s.o.d. when I'm on d son

(Swami On Deck!)

[Verse 3]

My styles worth a 100 stacks, times a 100 stacks

Shit revolves look how I'm coming back

Strong as a lumberjack

Another day another gun to pack

Drops back to back till the summer rap

Nigga swag jacking what's up with that

Me and you ain't the same I don't cuff a rat

I'm the one, 2 27 30 que boy forever hungry

Nothing like new m, m money