Another day

Another twenty four tryna ignore the mirror

Just hit twenty fiveTurning twenty six this year

Twenty twenty one and visions no clearer

Still chasing the bag

The one the mandem never had

Cuz we came up to crowns from rags

Now its rags into riches

I tell jokes for them bitches

I might leave your gang in stitches

Or out in the river

Deep where the water ripple

Sank cuz of holes in the middle

Nah bro that′s tragic

Turn man ghost from savage

Man turnt dust that's magic

Way out in the river

Where the sunrise shine bright and the light make the surface shimmer

And the birds stay singing

While a mans head tops ringing

Hope your boy′s good with the swimming

I'm not tryna swim no more

Still not sure what we're swimming for

I′m just tryna find a way out

And I don′t wanna live this way

Swear I'll make it out of the bits one day

But ill still leave your gang all laid out

Yeah I′ll still leave your gang way out in the river

Deep where the water ripple

Sank cuz of holes in the middle

Nah bro that's tragic

Turn man ghost from savage

Man turnt dust that′s magic

Way out in the river where the sunrise shine bright and the light make the surface shimmer

And the birds stay singing

While a mans head tops ringing

Hope your boy's good with the swimming