Nice Day

Ay Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak (It's a lot of niggas that I may affiliate with) (But they could never be great ones) I've been dealin' with heartbreak Nigga, my heart ache (Know I'm sayin'?) Swear to God (You know) Look in the mirror, what do you see? I see someone dealin' with heartbreak When I love a nigga, my heartache I know how a Cuban cigar taste But that do not help with the heart pain My lil' brother died in a car chase (skrrt) And spend all my older brother from beside the whip (brrt) He got the car spray (bap, bap!) Guess he got through on the cross-way Thankful that we ever crossed ways Wonder do heaven got hallways? (Uh) Prayin' how much, I say always Salute OG Boobie, that's all day Bringin' it back on the calls way Ain't fuckin' with niggas, they all fake 'Cause I pour my Hen' and they all hate (what up?) You can't get mad at a nigga who gettin' it If he not carryin' y'all way (y'all way) I had to make a decision Bread Winner mission to get it while y'all wait (oh you gon's save him?) I get that coffee delivered Metric tonne off the boat in a tall crate Maybe I'm havin' a off day Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed Look in the mirror (ay) And I see a great man (when I) Look in the mirror (oh, ay, oh) I see a great man Just look in the mirror (look in the mirror, Lord) I see a great man I see a great man I see a great man I used to look like a caveman Stressin' 'til I done got grey hair (shit) Me and Odell Beckham havin' conversations, relatin' to life well I told 'em I used to have nightmares Of somebody killin' me, tryna get rid of me Bitch, I'm really retarded You gotta finish me right there Said Mazzi was smiling when somebody shot him Diamonds on heaven in the night air Lemme me breathe for a minute I mean, did a nigga not think this day would come? I mean from Allah we come, to Allah we must return I pour a four in a two liter And remember some joy and we all well I put a hoe in a two-seater (ooh) I press on the floor and the car bail Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale (ooh) Dump through the miles with the cartel Say you a dog with a small tail Low to the ground with a large heater The hoe that you lovin', she garbage (oh shit) I'ma go vroom in a Corvette Take your shoes off in the apartment (c'mon) We could go sit on the carpet Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet (fuck that) But I am not fallin' for all that (uh-uh) I hit from the back and she oh yeah You got 'em leavin' on call back I hit from the back and she oh yeah And you gotta leave 'em on call back Only the player shit I entertain (I do) I done matured, I was bein' lame (I was) I had some cuts turned into stains (fuck) You know I'm still prayin', fully flate (I am) I'm still affiliated with the gang Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang) Cop lights, no lookin' around at the stop light These niggas be actin' they not right And the security top flight It might went over your head a lil' bit But it come off of Friday with Mike Epps Smokin' a clip with a nice hep We tryna celebrate another season I'm tryna levitate it out of reachin' I'm tryna meditate you with my breathin' I'm tryin' better ways of livin' decent I'm on some medication, got me thinkin' I roll a cigarillo with sativa I'm on a different level on the kids Hey, I'm on a different level on the kids Ay, I'm on a different level on the kids

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