Daily Routine (feat. Estee Nack & The Musalini) (Explicit)

Richard Mille

Whoa

Yeah

Tag me

You know what I mean?

It's a daily routine

Push up, pull up

Shit's spooky, son

Ay, yo, son

Jetlining

Richard Mille on the wrist

I stay on the best timers

Forget diamonds

Gamma Ray reflects shining

Santo Domingo

Having sex

With Cyrus

Michael Mary

Cool neck designing

Running marathon

Aces

$500 pair of laces

I stay gracious

The **** you funny niggas doing

I can't relate

Like you can't relate

To candy pay

Dripping or riding

In a caravan

Or spaceship

Staying at Van Tate

Since a youngin'

I've been courageous

Making sure the family

Went for ages

Sages ain't gonna pay

Just bringing them wages

I'm still in the ghetto

Most of my friends

Are dangerous, son

Fast list

Big Black Smith and Wesson

Busting the shit

Biting like a bull master

Drop this mother****er

In the water

And let his ass drip

Should be getting spooky

Working that last shift, son

Money Moose

Yeah

Swift like Taylor

Get you hit for the paper

Pool in Oasis

Up like inflation

Game too contagious

Chillin' out in Vegas

Ran out of favors

Even in the dark

See the light on the laser

Fly nigga

Let my ***** do the labor

Crypt two floors

We ain't got no neighbors

Big acres

Feel the hate

From the haters

Cool with the justice

Embrace all the pressure

Hogan be a hoe

I ain't come here to lecture

Bullets hit your teeth

All you see is ketchup

Hemp over Dutchess

I know why you mad

'Cause the women wanna touch us

Play until I go

Honeysuckle judges

Move spinning Mac

Six figures off rap

Calculate that

I'm a poet with stacks

Got a safe full of poems

Dolomite in the form

I'm a poet with stacks of poems

I'm a poet with stacks of poems