
Day In The Life Bun B & Statik Selektah (Ft. Kota the Friend & Talib Kweli)
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[Intro: Kota the Friend & Talib Kweli]
Yeah yeah
You in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Statik Selektah
New Statik, Bun B, you know me, okay
[Chorus: Talib Kweli & Kota the Friend]
This beat is so fire, we making em high
Son, you in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Keeping it cool (Yeah, okay, yeah)
[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Finding joy in the struggle, fun in the hustle
It's it raining, I’ma dance in a puddle, come out the huddle
On a fourth down, doubting my muscle, then you in trouble
Throw them hands and yell, clock on zero, ain't no rebuttal
This is signs of life, never die before you dead
If you wanna pull the trigger on me, then gon' head
I’m lived many lives
I kept on battling forward as many died, not paying you any mind
Freedom is a choice still
You ain't forgiven your father, then you a boy still
A lot of them claiming they write
The more I learn, the more I want nobody to take my advice
The less I judge then the more I send love to haters thinking they taking my light
Crazy you can't even take my soul by taking my life
Real rapping nigga, when it's cold, embracing the ice
Had a bad hand or two, lately I'm playing it right
Rapping my day in the life
Yeah yeah
You in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Statik Selektah
New Statik, Bun B, you know me, okay
[Chorus: Talib Kweli & Kota the Friend]
This beat is so fire, we making em high
Son, you in a gunfight but you displaying a knife
Keeping it cool (Yeah, okay, yeah)
[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Finding joy in the struggle, fun in the hustle
It's it raining, I’ma dance in a puddle, come out the huddle
On a fourth down, doubting my muscle, then you in trouble
Throw them hands and yell, clock on zero, ain't no rebuttal
This is signs of life, never die before you dead
If you wanna pull the trigger on me, then gon' head
I’m lived many lives
I kept on battling forward as many died, not paying you any mind
Freedom is a choice still
You ain't forgiven your father, then you a boy still
A lot of them claiming they write
The more I learn, the more I want nobody to take my advice
The less I judge then the more I send love to haters thinking they taking my light
Crazy you can't even take my soul by taking my life
Real rapping nigga, when it's cold, embracing the ice
Had a bad hand or two, lately I'm playing it right
Rapping my day in the life
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