STORi - Just Another Day lyrics

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[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Getting Fly, everyday around the way

Getting High, around the way around today

Trying to survive that's the game we're forced to play

Gotta grind because in the hood, you gotta pay like you weight

Nothing free, ain't nothing cheap, ain't nothing sweet

And when you getting cake, everybody want a piece

To my niggas locked down, I'm praying they get released

So many RIP's I'mma need another drink (ugh)

Money on my mind, bitch don't kill my vibe

Too real to be fake, these niggas ain't my kind

Mama always told me what's gonna kill me is my pride

So I always got it on me cus I'm trying to stay alive

All these bitches on me, I'm like how do I decide

So fuck it, I take as many as I can fit in my ride

Living for the moment, hating don't condone it

Somebody tell them, that bullshit, we on it

[Verse 2]

Where I'm from - we never had nothin better to do - cept to get drunk and walk around lookin for shit to get into

That small town life - worse than a fish bowl- they bored with they lives- so they make you miserable Oh

If it went down on Saturday best believe by Monday it was a different scenario Oh

Would you believe I used to get -whats now referred to as bullied -those trash bags called me Tank Azz- now they wished they smashed-the same sorry ma'fuckers grew up suckers - sittin on the Internet jerkin it

Stupid bitches don't know shit about me - but they think its ok to talk like they know every little fuckin thing- I didn't realize it then -but some of them- were just mad I had a pretty face and personality to match, hating ass bitches hated that I could draw, could sing, could tell a joke and I knew how to laugh...

It's fuckin sad but it's....

(Chorus)

Just another day living in New Jersey, just another day around the way

Try to make today - better than yesterday

Just another day living in New Jersey, just another day around the way

Sometime it rain on sunny days- I hear the guns, but I'm here to stay

[Verse 3]

Teen nights at The Sheraton, Pre-game at my house again - Gina throwin up in the sink mixin Limón n Reefa

Everywhere we went we rolled super deep - even to The Rink every Friday night

Shit that was the life

Not sayin I was fast, but I know -I've dipped in and out of left that lane before though-lookin back- we blame it on the teenage brain- lookin back I think I'd do it over again

I left that bergen county MILF -I followed my heart, took me all the way to 7th and MLK Blvd

First couple days up in them Bricks -I'm hearin all kinds of fireworks and shit - but no lights in the sky to be found-they were pumpin rounds

I feel like an alien - I stick out like a sore thumb - when I'm on that go 28- to broad street station -was on the other side of that Hudson till me and my mom got robbed son-

Now Its dirty jersey - stand all the way up son

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Thanks to Kamilla