Broad Day Hit-Boy

[Part I]

[Intro: Hit-Boy & Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah, yeah, we all in the race
Ay Hit, how we gonna lose with shit like this, my nigga?
Hit-Boy, look

[Refrain: Hit-Boy]
Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Honestly, I send hotter shit to your e-mail
Tedious with the detail
Pickin' a pocket apart, callin' a blitz
Gettin' looks from them crackers, we all in the Ritz
Niggas said they with the shits, that all was a myth
Marathon, pace it out, you caught in a sprint
Show me who you are once, ain't gotta show me twice
You can't sell like Eminem, you look like Obie Trice
Down to take a rubber bullеt for my voting rights
Real nigga, I ain't gotta sign into no device, bitch
Fuck bеing famous, you niggas overrated
Pull cards no Vegas, Smack DVD, Shea Davis
Fuck with my Detroit niggas, ay Siri, play Capers
Big boy toys pushing through the barricade
Got they face lookin' like a episode of Scared Straight
Scared money don't make no money
Diamonds from Cheyenne, and my necklace, shit it's stunning
Word to my niggas in the Bay, we goin' dummy