Isaiah G - Long Ass Day lyrics

[Verse 1: Isaiah G] We back again at it with this rap sh** Actions, taken at the moment, time to match it Or start acting up, for rapping stuff If life a game of poker I'm the rapping bluff, To some professionals, but man ya'll bout to take this serious Hearing this, mirrorless, potential gon' make ya'll be cheering this Or are we fearing this, that's what we say, replay The song if you wrong, then you muthaf**as D-cay I'm cliche, I mention Kurt Cobain Took his Kurt Co-brain, Then went Kurt Co-BANG! All these other n***as tryna stay the Kurt Co-Same But I ain't selling out to try to get my Kurt Co-Fame, Ain't sniffing Kurt Co-Caine, with my homies Phonies, phone me, like I'm at home, do it backwards like an OG And GO away, cause I am the protege Of the future, ask father time to show you for a day, n***a Speaking of fathers man my father supported me With the music thing, told me the execs would be courting me Well, it ain't happen yet, but its accurate Cause my flow and lyrics hit you harder than a statuette Catching rep, with the EP, you feeling the style And my songs connect the world like the Erie Can*l, n***a Welcome back to my collection, I'm repping I paint a picture black and white sort of like I'm reffing [Hook] Was that a year or just a long a** day, Eff it all either way we came a long a** way, x4 [Verse 2] I'mma kick it on the ba** line, great time Gossip in the winery, I heard it through the grapevine 8 time champion, ranchy in this, so up the ante and wrists Get slit like cancerous tits In a mastectomy, Complexity, besting me, destiny Seems as bright as the whole system of corrections be I'm such a prisoner sinister type of minister I finish ya with Mortal Kombat, now witness up I'm rhymesayer spitting fire while I'm blasting in I'm so masculine, blasting men, in the abdomen Causing a re-flux, you weak f**s, will be touched Ironic how an amateur can go to make elite bucks For an eternity, you n***as never see me If you do I swerve away like Big Sean in a Lamborghini, Read me, closely, remotely, I'm staying isolated And twice I'm jaded, the j**els, get your heist invaded That's the sum of things up in the ghetto lifestyle Life's wild, totally parallel to a white child Surbanites be earning twice our salary They cap on the 2000 mark, like dieting calories And my batteries low, I mean my bullets and my energy When I be, banging and slanging for a whole century Eventually the injuries I take slide out my memory The only writing utensil I know is penitentiary,