Broad Day

Yeah, yeah
 We all in the race, yeah
 Ay, Hit
 How we gonna lose with shit like this, my nigga?
 Hit-Boy, look
 Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
 I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats
 Honestly, I send hotter shit 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
 Niggas said they with the shits, 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 nigga, I ain't gotta sign into no device, bitch
 Fuck being famous, you niggas overrated
 Pull cards no Vegas, Smack DVD, Shea Davis
 Fuck with my Detroit niggas, 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, shit it's stunning
 Word to my niggas in the Bay, we goin' dummy
 Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
 I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats
 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 niggas gave they life to the Lord now they back thuggin'
 Nightmares in broad day, pray I get to sleep
 I should A&R the game, pick you nigga's beats
 Facts though
 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 niggas 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
 The sky is calm, the stars are bright (for real though)
 And what's better than to be in flight? (Shoutout Rodney B., look)
 I re-
 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