Listen to Daylight by Smoov

Daylight

Smoov

Hip-Hop/Rap

8,346 Shazams

Lyrics

Money on my mind, that's all on my agenda Must been making too much paper, ain't no ink left in my printer huh Been telling the truth, but sometimes I think I ought to lie But I can't let them catch me slipping like a water slide Facing all these blunts, all this smoke got me water eyed Never forget about that night I seen my mama crying Brother left the crib, moving with his baby mama Hardest shit I ever did was watch him leave looking out the blinds Tell me what you know about it boy Soul of an angel but aggressive as a dinosaur So use to being damaged, I'm like Fuck it just a minor sore Light the torch, And watch me burn they ass, if we fighting a war I'm standing tall in the paint like I'm Yao Ming Yo crew be full of them chickens, Buffalo Wild Wings My crew authentic, never switching unless its clothes I mean like really we never switching unless it's hoes That's the code, never break it, yah dig that Swallow it whole, got me asking her where my kids at Gave her the pole, now she yelling out boy you did that Rubbed her in oil, now she greasier that some pig phat The music just in me my nigga, be honest, I don't know how to fight it Like look how I switch it my nigga, I'm keeping em shocked like some nikes huh huh Just wait till I get me a Aston, I pray to god I don't crash it Trying to make me a mill off of rapping, to move my mama in a mansion You wanna make it boy you gotta work hard, make sure you dream right I'm on go, feeling like I'm john legend, give me the green light Superhero nigga watching cartoons Think I'm a teen titan You eating good but you leave your niggas starving see you the green type Day light, I use to be accustomed to the street life On the corner posted, like a street light I had to find a way to grind, cause If you want it Fuck nigga you can get it, hey I can't never take a break at all, not even if it's intermission To the check Imma get to it Made me some racks then I threw it Fucking on sisters I swear that they look a like, they body shape so congruent But Ian gone lie, I been focused on music, trying to make sure that I takeoff These lil niggas swear that they balling, But they ain't make it to the playoffs Wake up and pray to the lord, that the dedication payoff I'm not with fussing and arguing, she wanna quit, I let her lay off Aye, Young nigga straight out of Mississippi My Uniform as clean as a Memphis city Kid right off the bus, with the crispy dickies I'm popping like grease and some chicken, hey I'm used to getting money, and dressing nice, rocking kicks that ain't out yet I blow them bands like a flute nigga, walk in and fuck up the outlet, hey
Writer(s): Stephen Paul Robson, Ashton Fletcher Irwin, Michael Gordon Clifford, James Elliot Bourne, Christopher John Bourne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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