Another Day

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D.O.N Bla3k

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Why do you keep on breaking my heart
You tore it to pieces and ripped it apart
Let's do it
I thought you were the one from the start

Oh, but it turns out you wanna play a part
Play yo role, you just do you, and I'ma do me
We gettin' money on our own, but sip the company tea
I ain't make the fast lane, it made a way for me

Dedication its gon' get me out of CPT
Just neglect my love, no attention from me
You disrespect my craft, we gon' tax by the three
She went from one dog to my other dog like a flea

It's alright off of Avion, that's really how it be
I be mad I miss you, a body for tissue
Bring him back, take these other bitch niggas with you
Me and Mark B, just like Kyrie and KD

You can't see one without the other like the A-Team
I'm locked and loaded, can't break my focus
Your goals make no sense, I'm golden chosen
My pockets samoan, that's why your pussy a ocean

Different motion, I'm strokin', I won't break, I'm coastin
I be knee-deep in shit like my legs broke
Happy for my niggas prayin' for me like today's quote
I be quick to uplift my brother, make his head float

Ain't no kickin' this door down, we got dead bolts
My product of nothin' became a product of somethin
I know my trap phone jumpin', white boy fist pumping
I was happy when my brother touched ten

He was like, oh, you don't believe
Well, let me show you how to win
He said he led me to the water, I ain't know how to drink
Except that water wasn't for me, check the signs on the sink

I told bro I don't stop like infinity links
I'm from the mitten winter time, Al Wassan or the mink
Shake somethin', break somethin
I'm the type to make a way for him

When it ain't a way for him
Shake somethin', break somethin
I'm the type to make a way for him
When it ain't a way for him

That's my brother, then we gunnin
Ain't no such thing as runnin', I ain't gunna tell shit
I be thuggin' out in public, ask your bitch throat, do she love it
How I turkey day stuff it

I'm a hustlin' motherfucker and your baby mama love it
I be glad when they learn they can't f*ck with me
Bang bros with your bitch, she like company
I had to tell her like this, you weren't the one for me

Gave her back to the artist, she don't belong to me
Bitch, I always been smart
You never had a dummy, I just had to play the part
Brody caught her suckin' dick, you know, after dark

But she was even fuckin' when she had a nigga heart
So who do I trust now? My bitch is a bust down
Thank God I ain't get shit from these dumb clowns
That k got trace rounds, make niggas look face down

My plate got weight now, I'm happy, no hate round
Its black nigga
Black nigga

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