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mickey woods jr. - on the daily lyrics

[intro]
back again like we always is

[hook]
i just wanna wake up, blaze one, hit the bank cash a check
pull up and a collect, put it up for a stretch
i know you got your own perception, it ain′t what you expect
they think i’m gambling my life away cuz i always say that′s a bet
that’s a bet
every time i rap i guarantee it connect
and if it don’t i guarantee you think i′m some kinda threat, at ya neck
wait til you peep what my peeps plan to do next
it′s a chess move, don’t care to impress dudes

[verse 1]
just copped the llc now we locked and loaded
we then came a long way g we was rockin′ rollin, stop and going
the day we lost a angel made mе stop performing
put all of my eggs in one baskеt but kept my options open
whole time my stock is rising, my crop is growing
use to be cops and robbers now we out here knocking knocking doors in
this that texas sh+t yea
don’t talk to me bout no etiquette
how could he not get back in the gates when the flow is so heaven sent
i got lyrics as evidence, i chase evergreen, and catch it so effortlessly
i′m lying but you can tell by the intricacies, i’m vibing on different wavelengths
patience what it took of me, i sparked a flame just like cavemen
by the time they get hooked i might be in big tigger′s bas+m+nt
just look at me, scoring fifty vs. rookie d
ask me what i want i might just say i wanna
[hook]
wake up, blaze one, hit the bank cash a check
pull up and a collect, put it up for a stretch
i know you got your own perception, it ain’t what you expect
they think i’m gambling my life away cuz i always say that′s a bet
that′s a bet
every time i rap i guarantee it connect
and if it don’t i guarantee you think i′m some kinda threat, at ya neck
wait til you peep what my peeps plan to do next
it’s a chess move, don′t care to impress dudes

[verse 2]
and mans from the south
san fran on my route
man man on the phone
xan man on ya couch
tried to make em read a book
d+mn man what it’s bout
same meal on the stove
always coming with the jokes
i might punch em in his mouth
i might stomp a n+gga out
i played trumpet as a child
i play nothing as a man
it was churches in the wild
they put bibles in my hand
hope my entrance wasn′t grand
haters really be ya fans
they just tryna play it cool
tony drop the drums and set the mood

- mickey woods jr lyrics

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