Hit-Boy - Broad Day lyrics

Part I [Hit-Boy & Nipsey Hussle] Yeah, yeah, we all in the race Ay Hit, how we gonna lose with sh*t like this, my ni**a? Hit-Boy, look [ Hit-Boy] Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep I should A&R the game, pick you ni**a's beats [Hit-Boy] Honestly, I send hotter sh*t to your e-mail Tedious with the detail Pickin' a pocket apart, callin' a blitz Gettin' looks from them crackers, we all in the Ritz ni**as said they with the sh*ts, that all was a myth Marathon, pace it out, you caught in a sprint Show me who you are once, ain't gotta show me twice You can't sell like Eminem, you look like Obie Trice Down to take a rubber bullet for my voting rights Real ni**a, I ain't gotta sign into no device, b*tch fu*k being famous, you ni**as overrated Pull cards no Vegas, Smack DVD, Shea Davis fu*k with my Detroit ni**as, ay Siri, play Capers Big boy toys pushing through the barricade Got they face lookin' like a episode of Scared Straight Scared money don't make no money Diamonds from Cheyenne, and my necklace, sh*t it's stunning Word to my ni**as in the Bay, we goin' dummy [ Hit-Boy] Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep I should A&R the game, pick you ni**a's beats [Hit-Boy] This ain't a movie or nothing Black plight associate lootin' Louis with justice Prayin' for the sons of man and all of my cousins You ain't piece up on the plan, don't come to the function Look, remember playin' my demos and they cut 'em off Still kept a winner mentality and stayed involved Losin' myself would be my toughest loss Catch plays one-handed, my era Randy Moss Grew up playin' quarterback club, while my relli bagged up Wishin' I could stack somethin' Wilson Middle, sixth grade, I was tryna crack somethin' Some ni**as gave they life to the Lord now they back thuggin' [ Hit-Boy] Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep I should A&R the game, pick you ni**a's beats Facts though... Part II [Hit-Boy] Look, makin' it shake 'til my day, man this ain't the same I pick up the pieces every time it's make or break Base to base, hit like Griffey Jr. in his playing days Do it for ni**as hustlin' Tryna get off an onion 'fore the federals bust in Too many of us strugglin', that's unbecoming If I'm not gon' be the one to change the world, I know my son is [Troop & Hit-Boy] The sky is calm, the stars are bright (For real though) What's better than to be in flight (Shoutout Rodney B., look) I re- [Hit-Boy] HB beatin' up the percussion You waitin' on me to peak, I'm just approaching my summit Since it's going off, I'm so close, I can touch it Scouring the lot, this summer, might get the rose-tint Downtown, divin' in my bag at Dover Pushin' a toy, not talkin' Toyota Waiting on the call when my dawg say he comin' home Keep it rock solid even when they throwin' stones Set me free