(HOOK)
Just another day in the life, just another day in the life of a mutha fucka that raps, a mutha fucka that don’t look back, a mutha fucka that is the champ now
(Verse 1)
Yea where do I see myself in 20 years, probably in a bar drinking some beers with my peers, people called me a queer whenever I pierced my ears, then they switch gears and try to say I have a fake career, whats fake about it when I’m constantly getting paid, spending money every day on music only I can make, your jealous but you were to afraid, to do the same so now your stuck with a decision only you have made, ha and this is a dawn of a new day, erasing all you people who try to get up in my way, decapitated the snake that slithered over at my place, & swept my steps on the way so I can’t look back and retrace, yea and I’m speaking on some real shit, sick of these fake mutha fuckers that I deal with, so from now on I’m gunna do this my way, but fuck it because well its just another day
(HOOK)
Just another day in the life, just another day in the life of a mutha fucka that raps, a mutha fucka that don’t look back, a mutha fucka that is the champ now
(Verse 2)
Yea the champ is here so you can’t see me, like that promoter that never came by to fucking meet me, said we would talk about signing then after that he’d tweet me, so when I blow up don’t ever try to come and reach me, yea but I’m getting use to this music shit, the foolishness of people with power abusing it, your homies a dope rapper so now your using him, now your promoting & producing him who you fooling bitch, and yea I got some shit to say to the Joker, I hit him up for a collab to gain some exposure, I swear its like this dude gets broker and broker, he runs one chance deal over and over, shit I’m self made so I ain't got the stash, to drop 350 to work with your sorry ass, then he gets pissy with me cuz I ain't got the cash, just another day in the underground all I can do is laugh
(HOOK)
Just another day in the life, just another day in the life of a mutha fucka that raps, a mutha fucka that don’t look back, a mutha fucka that is the champ now
(Verse 3)
Yea a mutha fucka that raps, controversy was gone but I’m bringing it back, I’ve been bringing my all to each one of these tracks, how do you compete with me and this bottle of jack, man fuck all the competition, to many rappers tryna squeeze into my position, but I’m about to blast all of my oppositions, grab a dictionary and define the definition, bitches, try me on any day, I’m king of the jungle, so you better do more than pray, I get fucking hungry when you don’t mention my name, when theres no comparison cuz I put these rappers to shame, your to wrapped up with how to sound underground, that you forget to make music that has a sound, these kids can’t relate to you spitting 1000 rounds, thats why they will listen to me whenever they feeling down, and I would kill to make it, murdering every verse, happens so often my second job is whippin a hearse, rappers who complain about fame are the worst, what the fuck would you do if our roles somehow got reversed, and I was the famous rapper who was on the stage, and you had to go back and work a 9 to 5 to get paid, but you always complain on how you cannot escape, atleast you ain't out here in the streets passing out mixtapes
(HOOK)
Just another day in the life, just another day in the life of a mutha fucka that raps, a mutha fucka that don’t look back, a mutha fucka that is the champ now
