Brand New Day Merkules
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Hook:
We up now, but we was down or at the bottom
You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin’
I knew we’d find a way out though regardless
I’ve been starin’ out the window and I’m smokin’ by the carton
Smokin’, sippin’, overthinkin’, but tomorrow is a brand new day
No one’s listenin’, so I’m trippin’ , but no matter what I still get paid
Verse 1:
Yuh, I was raised with the gorillas, shit changed with the fame
But I remained and still the realest
I’ve been goin’ thru the pain, but I don’t need no pain killers
I just take it on the chin, I ain’t a slave to no prescription
Dropped out in grade 10 and I ain’t proud of that shit
I knew I had a bigger purpose, I was outta that bitch
Scribble my thoughts down on paper, writin’ powerful shit
Who woulda known that that’s the reason I was bout to get rich
You feel me, yeah, I’m thinkin’ back on who I used to be
Before I ever could afford all this jewelry
Lookin’ back at old pictures thinkin’ who is he?
But I admit I’m way fonder of the newer me
You sell your soul for some Spotify streams
So they see me as a target, they don’t got ‘em like me
I had three albums out by the time I was nineteen
I’m a product of my hustle, I am not a hype beast, that’s y’all
We up now, but we was down or at the bottom
You could hear my stomach rumble, mufucka I was starvin’
I knew we’d find a way out though regardless
I’ve been starin’ out the window and I’m smokin’ by the carton
Smokin’, sippin’, overthinkin’, but tomorrow is a brand new day
No one’s listenin’, so I’m trippin’ , but no matter what I still get paid
Verse 1:
Yuh, I was raised with the gorillas, shit changed with the fame
But I remained and still the realest
I’ve been goin’ thru the pain, but I don’t need no pain killers
I just take it on the chin, I ain’t a slave to no prescription
Dropped out in grade 10 and I ain’t proud of that shit
I knew I had a bigger purpose, I was outta that bitch
Scribble my thoughts down on paper, writin’ powerful shit
Who woulda known that that’s the reason I was bout to get rich
You feel me, yeah, I’m thinkin’ back on who I used to be
Before I ever could afford all this jewelry
Lookin’ back at old pictures thinkin’ who is he?
But I admit I’m way fonder of the newer me
You sell your soul for some Spotify streams
So they see me as a target, they don’t got ‘em like me
I had three albums out by the time I was nineteen
I’m a product of my hustle, I am not a hype beast, that’s y’all
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