Текст песни Another Day in the Life - Infinite Disease

Google me in twenty years, you'll see I'm up to major moves
At a reunion, I'll have a hunnid girls with me
(What?)
Tied to a leash, no space at all to breathe
Matter of fact, in a few months, you'll see me on the news
'Boy, whatcha doin' blowin' up?'
'How'd you get big?'
'My work ethic, man, just get withit'
I'm just trying to let them know I really could if I wanted
And for all the tricks, playin with my portable disks-
Never messin' with these girls actin' like some
Kids, still hoppin' on my tip like a pogo stick
Wanna talk that mess say it to my face, but don't
Come too close, 'cause your breathe hella stank
Waste all your time on me, at the same time I'm witcha girl
Making her world, in her best fantasy
As you could see, she's puttin' on a pretty show
Unexpected cameos, guess who came over
Who other than the first lady
Damn, right, we was kissin' babies
I know when I'm famous everyone's gonna go so crazy
(Hey)
And I'm soon to partner up with
Local legends, smooth criminal intentions
Get with the logistics
Livin' my life, my friend, nothing else could top it, at the moment
'Hmm... I mean I guess what he spittin' gettin' kinda hot...'
'Yeah, but he ain't no Biggie or no Pac...'
Well
To be fair, I don't want to ever get shot or get dropped
Still gotta rock out, on the block now
Out in these streets always flossin'
Just saucin' like I'm really fettuccine
Dough, money, stack bread, make it look easy
So, I'm seizing the moment because I really have a reason
Everybody's leaving
To come follow me
'See that boy, his style so nice.'
King of rap now posted on a throne in the Frozone
Best latino to get up on the mic
No other brown brother wanna see me in the city
That's why they duck beneath, they covers
They scare runnin' to they mother
And I'm schemin' plotting on something major
I'm just wishin' for a bad chick
That's water whippin' & cookin' all
That finger lickin' chicken in the kitchen
Y'all just wishin' for a life like mine or a piece of my pie
Usually I would give it but today you won't grab a slice
All these shawtys bad, on a Jermaine vibe
I was vibin' on this girl in the middle
Of math class, even when I didn't pass that
Y'all never the first to give me props
See my style and wanna cop on this top-notch, jock flow
I'm locked down on the best under twenty list
Naughty or nice, you could get the diss list
Everyone just misses the boy when he lookin'
Good-even when I'm famous I'll be chilling in Hollyhood
But I'm still out the bottle, pouring up Aunt Jemima
Making holes for the backs, short-stack
26 OT-Counter crack back, check, quick pass
Posted with my primos: 'yo damas, come here to papa,
Your boy over here, lyrics so hot I'm sweating nalgas'
Still a baller calling all the shots with a popped collar
Smoked big killa no 'Bama
Never been to Greenville, Alabama
Forest running for President, I might as well
Vote dough for President, 'cause his style is so elegant
Hope by the end of the song
It'll be apparent who your new favorite *rapper* is