Danny Brown - One Day It Could Happen lyrics

[Verse 1] The oldest of all kids, you can see my ribs Hunger pains since the days of having stains on my bib Used the same pa**ion to put the 'caine on the strip Used the same thirst when I put the bang in the whip Whoever thought that I would make it with bars? Used to give fiends ? just to borrow the car I was just a teenager down on my luck Thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up Only I'd have left mustard stains on my shirt Kool-Aid and fuego helped clench my thirst Used to live day-to-day and just wait on the first Then I lost my first daughter then I seen my work Had to take steps back, reconstruct my plan Started rapping up verses, stopped rapping up grams Flew out to NY, f**ing with my mans Now I'm in the Maybach not the back of the van [Hook] My momma used to tell me "Son, you're gonna make it, one day it'll happen" Who knew I had what it takes to be famous and one day I'd be rapping My poppa used to ask me "Son, are you prepared cos one day it could happen" I dreamed about this day, but who could've believed that one day I'd be rapping [Verse 2] Back on public transportation Waking up in the morning with mason Momma in the kitchen cooking eggs and bacon Granny gave her last to the preacher man praying For her grandson to make a change Constant fiends coming copping with loose change Was going down the drain, until I hopped on the beat and unleashed my pain I used to watch wrestling, Hex or Jim ? Piledrive beats, Dan Brown been thugging Whole life been broke, I'ma keep on hustling Tryna stack up a mill, cop a crib for my cousin But, everywhere you go people wanna hate Saying that they ? but they plotting on your plate Taught in the streets, I ain't have to graduate And n***a, I'ma make it just awaiting my day [Hook] [Verse 3] People look at my style, momma look at your child They throw my jams on now, watch the crowd go wild We done came a long way form copping on broadway Letting the arms spray, I'd walk in in broad day Now we entrepreneurs that's concurring tours The only thing left now to do is sell out stores But in the hood, I'm platinum, did good with rapping Money is stacking, done with the slinging and jacking Now I write and recite what goes on in my life Remember being too scared to come home at night Cos I would hate to see you and my father fight Back then I was a little dude That rock's skips to school and got ridiculed Quit the flip and a hit a fool And I know it's hard, we went through many changes Tryna raise a son that spoke a different language But had to change my ways cos I was living dangerous [Hook]