Lyrics Every Day - 23:59

Yeah
Every day my birthday, I'm just tryna get this cake
Yeah, uh, Jams, ayy, uh
I'ma worry about me, give a fuck about you
A reminder to myself, yeah, ayy, uh

New phone, who dis?
Ratchet on me like a toolkit
Fell in love with my day one
No time for a new bitch
I'm the man, I'm a dog
Yeah, I'm both, bitch, Anubis
I walk up on 'em, like Waka Flocka
Hard in the paint, "Oh, let's do it!"
Oh, let's do it, spark the hemp
Breathe and Stop, a young Q-Tip
Roll up with my Vivrant Thing
Tryna get rich with a side of fame
Boy, it's not a game, we are not the same
Young fire, you are not a flame
Killing shit, but I'm not to blame
Cold world, you better grab a blanket
My best friend is named Ben Franklin
And I don't need no new ones
Middle finger to the law enforcement
Got SLED on me like Cool Runnings
Saying, "Whodunnit?" Young assassin
Who run it? Brand ambassador
In your mouth like a fucking pacifier
Realest out, I don't fucking have to lie
Young giant, boy, you fucking half my size
Full course, you a fucking appetize
Diamonds dancing, like a fucking jazzercise
Never talk to cops, I'ma a pantomime

Ooh, whoa
Bitch, I can't talk on the phone
And if you ain't you talking 'bout getting this money
Then we ain't talking at all

Bitch, I'm tryna get it every day, yeah
Every day my birthday, I'm just tryna get this cake
If you ain't with it, then get up out my face, bitch
Yeah, get up off my dick 'cause you can't have it, anyway
Runnin' up a check then run it through, through
I'ma worry 'bout me give a fuck about you, yeah
I can do bad all by myself
Yeah, I got it on my own, I don't need no fuckin' help

That's how I feel, make me a mill
If not, I'll raise me some hell
Ain't going out like a bitch, I'm on some shit
Obvious though, can't you tell?
Think I'm the best, I think that it's true
Sorry you happened to think it was you
Sorry, I have to go do what I do
Ain't no stops on the road, ain't no love, that's the truth, man
I live in the booth, sometimes gets kinda lonely
Obsess over shit I can't change if I wanted
And clearly I do, or why would I say it?
A thief in the night, these words I got a way with
Police flashing lights and they asking for statements
My vision is bad, think I need me some LASIK
"My vision is bad, officer, I ain't see shit
I ain't see shit, yeah"
Throwing dick like a Hail Mary
No bitch wanna be my ex
One more road to cross, one more risk to take
On some shit like I'm DMX
Take a little trip to the lot
Like, "What car I wanna be in next?"
Drive off that same day
In some new shit, that's a little flex
You can't get it Ford, though
Four door with a digital dash
Can't front it's a car note
But, next time I'ma get it in cash

Ooh, whoa
Bitch, I can't talk on the phone
And if you ain't you talking 'bout getting this money
Then we ain't talking at all

Bitch, I'm tryna get it every day
Every day my birthday, I'm just tryna get this cake
If you ain't with it, then get up out my face
Yeah, get up off my dick 'cause you can't have it, anyway
Runnin' up a check then run it through, run it through
I'ma worry 'bout me, give a fuck about you, yeah
I can do bad all by myself, self
Yeah, I got it on my own, I don't need no fuckin' help
That's how I feel