Another Day Berner (Ft. The Jacka)

[Verse 1: Berner]
Yeah, I'm still the same dude that you met back then
I got my shit bustin' hard and I don't act like them
I let the candy paint drip like the cocaine sniff
I'm dope and I don't know 'bout days like this
I leave the house and pray to god they don't raid my shit
It's hard, I spent my whole life taking risks
Hit the mall, spend a grip on a couple of fits
New kicks and I know they don't hustle like this
Big faces, no twenty's, not even a fifty
So much money in my pocket that my jeans don't fit me
Remember high school, it was three for fifty
Not that OG, but it was green and sticky
I upgraded from yellow gold to platinum
And lost a lot of friends when I started rappin'
I never finished school, I was caught in traffic
No metal on me homie cause my Glock is plastic

[Chorus]
I was young, I was gettin' my cake though
Now I'm out of state, letting that weight go
I pray for another day, cause this life is rough
I roll up and I light my blunt
Yeah, I'm riding to that Pac, sippin' lean and smokin'
All Eyez on Me, Picture Me Rollin'
Yeah, I pray for another day, cause this life is rough
I roll up and I light my blunt