Some Days Lyrics

I'll tell your ass what's wrong

On bro

Boy you a lame, you paid for that Lensa app

You Niggas pussies, but this second I ain't getting that

Boy this za ain't got the white ash,

Gone send it back

Telling all these people you this and that

You with the Instacap

Only bands that these niggas got is in they memories

I'm Begging UPS for shifts , I knew a 9 to 5 wasn't for me

Some days I be fucked up

I miss my daddy G

But then I think about it

That Nigga wasn't really there for me

I was by myself for months living in a Buick Century

The couple times I got booked

Thank God it wasn't the penitentiary

I'm tryna see how I'm going hard

But I ain't up in this industry

We already living lavish boy

I ain't what you pretend to be

All I wanna see is dollar signs like Rihanna

I put some baddies on a yacht

We was all in designer

Tell lil baby ina rainbow

That I been trying to get behind her

It ain't shit, we fuck your bitch

Boy I just had to remind you

Some days

Some days I just wanna stop all this rapping shit

Some days

Some days I wanna deal with all this capping shit

Some days

Some days I feel like I don't deserve what God blessed me with

Some days

Some days I feel like I ain't got enough,

I ain't built to quit

On bro

Goof ass niggas

Let me flame my wood

These boys doing shit we was doing ten years ago

We take trips expensive trips, Boy you work a ten to four

Shit, I mean I guess it's a flex

You said you was getting money, Boy you working for Forex

I ain't gone lie, I'm too fucking big to whip a Corvette

But ima ride with a baddie, yeah something like Yvette

She said she was a rookie, But she fucking me like a vet

She had half on a room , We having Best Western sex

Everyday I feel more like him

They left me to die with the wolves

But ain't know I was one of them

They threw me in the water with sharks

But ain't know I can swim

They wondering how I'm steady flexing

But they ain't know I was in the gym

And I just heard from a little Birdie

That you can't get Above The Rim

Meanwhile I'm tiptoeing through the tulips

With Tiny Tim

And you can catch me with the reaper

Yeah you know we feeling grim

You can think you gone sneak me

But your chances looking slim

Stupid

Who the fuck is you talking to bro

Don't get jazzy on me because you got a fucking attitude today

I don't got shit to do with whatever you got a fucking attitude about

Yo fucking dogs and shit

And bitches and fucking work

Don't take that shit out on me

Fuck wrong with you

Like don't do that Rashad please