[Hook/Intro]
One day, I might make a living maybe with this rap shit
One day, my wife will birth a baby and I'll be happy
One day, I'll give my life it's crazy but I ain't acting
One day, is another day I'm writing on a napkin
One day, people will love me for who I really am
One day, I'll tell my children stories of their grands
One day, I hope my parents will get to understand
One day, some day
[Verse 1]
Some day my life might get better but I ain't askin'
Some days I get a crave for misbehaving actin childish
Some days, I wish I never would've ended passin'
Classes were thrashed in a trash bin
At long last ass has been gettin' smashed and on the real it don't heal the past, that's real amass
Appeal to the masses, a meal is what I'm after
There's no seal on a reel with lack of a line to cast
One day is not enough I need
Three sixty five times my life indeed
A seed to plant is just the plan
Need fifty grand and extra hands
To keep the stands from caving in
That's the mission man
Script them lyrics just to lift the fam
I think I stan too much
Two months have flown by, why do I go nuts
Why do i act abrupt
When my draft is rough?
You can drop a track they call it wack
Just need to call their bluff
One day, I might make a living maybe with this rap shit
One day, my wife will birth a baby and I'll be happy
One day, I'll give my life it's crazy but I ain't acting
One day, is another day I'm writing on a napkin
One day, people will love me for who I really am
One day, I'll tell my children stories of their grands
One day, I hope my parents will get to understand
One day, some day
[Verse 1]
Some day my life might get better but I ain't askin'
Some days I get a crave for misbehaving actin childish
Some days, I wish I never would've ended passin'
Classes were thrashed in a trash bin
At long last ass has been gettin' smashed and on the real it don't heal the past, that's real amass
Appeal to the masses, a meal is what I'm after
There's no seal on a reel with lack of a line to cast
One day is not enough I need
Three sixty five times my life indeed
A seed to plant is just the plan
Need fifty grand and extra hands
To keep the stands from caving in
That's the mission man
Script them lyrics just to lift the fam
I think I stan too much
Two months have flown by, why do I go nuts
Why do i act abrupt
When my draft is rough?
You can drop a track they call it wack
Just need to call their bluff
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