It’s About to be a Murder Freddie Gibbs
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[Intro]
Yea
Another day in the life
Shit still ain't right
One time for your muhfuckin mind, murda
Its either you or me dog
If I got anything to do with it
Its gonna be you motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Yeah, another day in the life
Another penitentiary chance, another crime
Another dollar outta 5 pennies in a dime
Only thing I'm lackin is time and that ain't guaranteed
High speed on the highway, henny and hella weed
In my bloodstream , the drug scene is never ending
So fuck them other niggas I ain't getting cheddar with them
Peep the mathematics, I clap em and paramedics get em
50 magazine and my 40 mean there's 11 in em
Now can you niggas comprehend that, live that
Duck shots from a gat, strategize get back
I think there's about to be a murder
Hop out the window, I'm at your temple with my burner
Never been a stranger to the gun play, bust that get away
I know that Imma have to pay on judgement day
Around my way niggas don't live to see their hair turn grey
I be excited if I make it to my next birthday
Yea
Another day in the life
Shit still ain't right
One time for your muhfuckin mind, murda
Its either you or me dog
If I got anything to do with it
Its gonna be you motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Yeah, another day in the life
Another penitentiary chance, another crime
Another dollar outta 5 pennies in a dime
Only thing I'm lackin is time and that ain't guaranteed
High speed on the highway, henny and hella weed
In my bloodstream , the drug scene is never ending
So fuck them other niggas I ain't getting cheddar with them
Peep the mathematics, I clap em and paramedics get em
50 magazine and my 40 mean there's 11 in em
Now can you niggas comprehend that, live that
Duck shots from a gat, strategize get back
I think there's about to be a murder
Hop out the window, I'm at your temple with my burner
Never been a stranger to the gun play, bust that get away
I know that Imma have to pay on judgement day
Around my way niggas don't live to see their hair turn grey
I be excited if I make it to my next birthday
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