Berner - Another Day lyrics

[Verse 1: Berner] Yeah, I'm still the same dude that you met back then I got my sh** bustin' hard and I don't act like them I let the candy paint drip like the c**aine 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 sh** 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 [Hook:] 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 [Verse 2: Berner] I get letters from the pen, they wanna keep him in He can't wait to get out and play the streets again It gets hard out here in these streets we're in It's dry and I can't wait to eat again Fresh money, brand new and crispy When I'm broke it feels like the whole worlds against me My baby mother still screaming at my face Calling me a loser cause I send things outta state I guess I'm just a drug dealer, living day by day If you feel the same way and can't take a break Then you feel my pain, it's like I'm paralyzed Cause I'm stuck right here, this is where I die f** a 9-5, I couldn't wear a tie And this kinda lifestyle makes my parents cry I got a kid now, it's time to make a change When I open up that door I hear her say my name [Hook:] 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 [Verse 3: The Jacka] Up early in the morning, the sun ain't up yet Thinking about murder, cause mayne I'm upset Erase another line off the plate, watch the sun set Soon as you come out the house, it'll be your last breath But you never came out the house, so I'm out here Trying to pay bills in the drought, gotta k** again Never leave the steel at the house, never sleep again Cause I miss out on so much when I'm in my dreams So I'm out late on the fourth, trying to shake the bing n***as getting breaded of course, but it never seems To be enough, I'm insane, I be seeing stuff Ran for the petty club, golds with my ones Look, I must be having fun, but it's not a game Two stepping with my gun, feelin' like a king Head bustas like wa**up, tryna' join the team Sick I'm on the meth pushers then we split the cheese [Hook:] 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