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One Of Those Days
- Verse 1
- I'm a fat ugly bastard, but imma keep on rapping, yall other niggas is past tense,
- Does my life even make sense, I'm know I'm going to hell,
- but I give no Fucks about it, for now I have a story to tell,
- Face to face I face my fate, Trying to change myself before its too late,
- All these good traits just go to waste, as I race against the hate, Its chasin' me,
- but I stop and wait, Jus spittin back, rapping, then it happend,
- Never wish death on nobody, I thought we was just passing,
- But naw we just let loose and let him have it, stomping him and boppin' him,
- let all the anger go, and it all felt fit, Never want one of my people dying,
- have his family crying, tried to tell myself it's ok, but I wasn't buying,
- I knew I was lying, People asked was there anything wrong,
- I just kept denying, the story of my life only had 1 direction,
- Cold word fulla cold niggas, no affection, I rap about what I know,
- not just for attention, Remember meeting with him after detention,
- His name, outta respect, I will not mention, But man I wish his life had an extention,
- I jus went ham on who killed him, Trying to act hard, but I know I miss him,
- Kids wanna know what the ghetto like, Put hell in a city, and pull its heights,
- That's what it's like, a place fulla souless souls and bullets at night, 16 Bars a day,
- maybe that will give me some light
- Hook
- Jus one of those days, Its just one of those days (x4)
- Verse 2
- But how could I fall victim to such actions, I'm susposed to be setting an example,
- Trying to take over something I know I can't handle, Things happen I guess,
- but they always scandal, We need some light, call upon our lord's candle,
- Rap is like a gamble, do shit right or get dismantled, never to even hop in the battle,
- I'm so underground, call me subterranean,
- weird how one of hip hops biggest beefs are between a hood rat and a Canadian,
- small but feirce niggas, they like some Pomeranians,
- barking and yapping but I Aint hearing em, But off that topic,
- I trying to show yall something, This real rap, not wack lyrics, with hard beats
- Tall is bumping, This true shit, I ain't stunting,
- They stomped him up and started running, Pac told me fuck the world,
- So Imma start cumming,
- After school I walked home wit him, he always had sum wrong wit him, so distant,
- If I could get u back, I'd never let go again, no homo he my Nigga,
- Stuck in the hole again, so resistant, But I ain't feeling it,
- Life got me stumbling through these assumptions,
- Ithink I'm just be rapping for nothing, Can you feel these lyrics,
- I put my soul in em, My heart somewhere else I know I fear it,
- I see happy people so I stole from em, Devil's army hunting me,
- I know it's them, But I don't wanna fall victim to the system when I'm gone,
- Bet no one will think Damn I miss him
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