Lil' Flip - Lovely Day lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building n***a We talking bout lovely days, getting paid Puffing on that haze, g'eah Screwed Up Click, top of the charts n***a holla at em [Lil' Flip] Yeah Ro, I think today a lovely day No vest, but my Glock 40 tucked away I use to hustle yay, and watch for the one time Now I'm caked up, cause I spit punch lines My grandpa, had to show me how to be a man I use to watch him hustle hard, just to get a grand I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high I told Z-Ro when I met him, n***a I'ma ride We f** them n***as heads up, when this sh** drop Cause y'all other n***as, f**ing up hip-hop I can't stop I won't stop, till I'm gone To all my n***as locked up, I hope y'all come home That's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up I look around, God blessed me with great stuff [Hook - 2x] (A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day A lovely day, a lovely day A lovely day, it's a lovely day A lovely, a lovely day [Z-Ro] I must'a, woke up this morning on the right side of bed Cause I can't find nothing to b**h about, even though I'm low on bread And my partna Duke called me, and said he was coming over You know what that mean, them boys out the Clover ain't never sober Ding-dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den This look like a gangsta party to me, come on come in then We know we got a lot of haters, but we ain't tripping Cause we living how we wanna, live daily smoking and sipping When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us So chill homie, for real homie Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna k** homie But I will homie I ride for Clover Geez, just like I ride for A.B.N By sneaking up on the opposition, at any event any place they in Except for right now, cause all I wanna do is lay back In a 300 on 22's, or the living room inside a Maybach [Hook - 2x] [Lil' Flip] Before I went platinum, ain't nobody wanna holla It was too many cheats, ain't nobody wanna follow So I had to make moves, on my own man I'm one of the few, Houston rappers with a home man Fifteen thousand square feet, b**h n***a Now that's the real definition, of a rich n***a Crocodile Air Force Ones, blue and gold I'm chilling, but if I got a problem you'll know [Z-Ro] I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now And that '71 Cadillac on swangas, hold a baretta down Laws already hate us, cause we young black men Especially cause we rappers, with tons of stacks to spend Haters do what they can, kings of the South do what they wanna do The drank is purple the pistol is chrome, and the marijuana blue In the county we wear orange, and state jail is white We don't rack up we act up, all motherf**ing night [Big Shasta] It's just the way I shine, in these city streets From the way I grind, so my family can eat When I make a my pay, it's a lovely day Lovely daaay [Hook - 2x]