Broad Day

Yeah yeah

We all in the Ritz

Aye Hit

How we gon' lose with shit like this my ****?

Look, nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game, pick you ****' beats

Honestly I send hotter shit to your email

Tedious with the detail, picking the pocket apart, calling a blitz

Getting looks from them crackers, we all in the Ritz

**** said they with the shits, that all was a myth

Marathon, pace it out you call it a sprint

Show me who you are once, ain't gotta show me twice

You can't sell like Eminem, you look like Obi Trice

Down to take a rubber bullet for my voting rights

Real ****, I ain't got a sign in to no device, bitch

Fuck being famous, you **** overrated

Pull cards no Vegas, smack DVD, stay dangerous

Fuck with my Detroit ****, aye Siri play Capers

Big boy toys, pushing through the barricade

Got they face looking like a episode of Scared Straight

Scared money don't make no money

Diamonds from Cheyenne in my necklace, shit is stunning

Words to my **** in the Bay we going dummy

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game, pick you ****' beats

This ain't a movie or nothin'

Black plight, associate looting Louis with justice

Praying for the sons of man, and all of my cousins

You ain't piece up on the plan, don't come to the function

Look, remember playing my demos and they cut 'em off

Still kept a winning mentality and stayed involved

Losing myself would be my toughest loss

Catch plays one handed, my era Randy Moss

Grew up playing quarter back club, while my relli bagged up

Wishing I could stack sumn

Was the middle six grade, I was tryna crack something

Some **** gave they life to the Lord, now they back thuggin'

Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep

I should A&R the game, pick you ****' beats

Facts though

Look, making it shake to my day, man it's safe to say

I pick up the pieces every time it's make or break

Base to base hit like Griffey Jr. in his playing days

Do it for **** hustling, tryna get off an onion

For the federals bust in, too many of us struggling

That's unbecoming

If I'm not gon' be the one to change the world, I know my son is

HB beating up the percussion

You waiting on me to peak, I'm just approaching my summit

Senses going off, I'm so close I can touch it

Scouring to lock the summer, might get the Rolls

Downtown diving my bag at Dover

Pushing a toy, not talking Toyota

Waiting on the call when my dawg say hecoming home

Keep it rock solid, even when they throwing stones

Set me free