A Day in the Life A-Villa (Ft. AZ, Freeway, Havoc & Macie Stewart)
"A Day in the Life" by A-Villa (Ft. AZ, Freeway, Havoc & Macie Stewart) blends hip-hop and orchestral elements, released in 2015. The lyrics reflect struggles and triumphs in urban life, emphasizing resilience and authenticity. Its rich production and powerful verses highlight the artists' storytelling prowess, resonating with listeners and influencing contemporary hip-hop narratives. #HipHop
[Verse 1: AZ]
Splitting a dutch on the roll over, the show's over
Bipolar so she might get the cold shoulder, I'm a soldier
Greeted born black-hearted undefeated
Taught to squeeze it 'til the last conscious
That's how you squash shit, killer so I can't return
But main problem do the knowledge still standing firm
And [?] got the cave but a few acres
Armani shades, tapered fade, I'm a move maker
New paper, pleasure is the main focus
Goose feathers in the leather I exchange with [?]
Double doses of 80 proof but [?]
Baby coupes in the booth it's what AZ do
Dictator, chick slayer
And flip Mos see your hoes in the mix later
It get greater, calculate add subtract
The math you hate motherfuckers, the dragon is back
[Hook: Macie Stewart]
I'll stay
Come what may
Won't let nothing get in my way
I say it's just a day in the life
[Verse 2: Havoc]
It started way back, back in nine zero
Before the money waiting for the boogers in my earlobe
Fully by the benches, the wards trying to give bust
The gang stopped a nigga from coming outside pimped up
Naw, you ain't hear that crap? It's coming from the stomach
Gotta hustle while we love it
The macho on the wall in my room in red, fuck it
Have fiends in there smashed with the Bobby Jaw bucking
Hand to hand pending felonies but kept pumping
Kept a bitch on her knees in love with the [Hustlin'?]
Fuck you can tell me 'bout guap
Been getting money since the wop
You was in the co-op snot-nosed under your mom's ass
Momma's boy we was cooking in pyrex glass
Fifty Gs under the mattress, a heart thrill
Opened up a barber shop to wash my bills
Splitting a dutch on the roll over, the show's over
Bipolar so she might get the cold shoulder, I'm a soldier
Greeted born black-hearted undefeated
Taught to squeeze it 'til the last conscious
That's how you squash shit, killer so I can't return
But main problem do the knowledge still standing firm
And [?] got the cave but a few acres
Armani shades, tapered fade, I'm a move maker
New paper, pleasure is the main focus
Goose feathers in the leather I exchange with [?]
Double doses of 80 proof but [?]
Baby coupes in the booth it's what AZ do
Dictator, chick slayer
And flip Mos see your hoes in the mix later
It get greater, calculate add subtract
The math you hate motherfuckers, the dragon is back
[Hook: Macie Stewart]
I'll stay
Come what may
Won't let nothing get in my way
I say it's just a day in the life
[Verse 2: Havoc]
It started way back, back in nine zero
Before the money waiting for the boogers in my earlobe
Fully by the benches, the wards trying to give bust
The gang stopped a nigga from coming outside pimped up
Naw, you ain't hear that crap? It's coming from the stomach
Gotta hustle while we love it
The macho on the wall in my room in red, fuck it
Have fiends in there smashed with the Bobby Jaw bucking
Hand to hand pending felonies but kept pumping
Kept a bitch on her knees in love with the [Hustlin'?]
Fuck you can tell me 'bout guap
Been getting money since the wop
You was in the co-op snot-nosed under your mom's ass
Momma's boy we was cooking in pyrex glass
Fifty Gs under the mattress, a heart thrill
Opened up a barber shop to wash my bills
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