All Day

[Chorus]
They tell me why are you always gotta act different
Why I’m always tryna go bad with it
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ma do this shit all day, all day, what’s up?

[Verse 1]
It’s been a long ride, long time since I started to rhyme
The wrong side of this road isn’t harder to find
Especially when you traveling on this bitch, going 109
And the speed limits 45, and I feel like I’m borderline psychotic
Or it might be ironic the second I dropped the Chronicles, Villain became a topic
I don’t know if I got it in me to be who I wanna, so I just gotta restart it
Couple tracks and I’m on it
Go Sinatra like Logic, I promise in a couple years, I’ll live lavishly at the top
You laugh at me, but I’ll pop
Swear to God I will make it
And when it happens, I’ll grab my record deal and I’ll wave it
And smack it right in your faces
Hate on me now, that’s understatement
My last couple albums made half of you pussy faggots annoyed and complaining
Yet you would take it and do nothing about it
I ain’t sugarcoating nothing around it, mother fucker, what up?

[Chorus]
They tell me why are you always gotta act different
Why I’m always tryna go bad with it
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ma do this shit all day, all day, what’s up? (Yeah)

They tell me why are you always gotta act different
Why I’m always tryna go bad with it
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ma do this shit all day, all day, what’s up?

[Verse 2]
Yeah, grinding over this rap shit
Working so hard in this bitch like you couldn’t imagine
At the point of attraction, got you right by a thread
Dragging you by your fucking head like the night of the living dead
Call me Christ when I break the bread
Vision is 20/20, I’ve walked on this road before and I’ll walk right on it again
I’m back to get my revenge
Throwing dirt on my name ‘til I make it and suddenly you all buddy, buddy and friends
I don’t stay in the present, I drift away in the future
My career is already solidified to it’s choosin’
Right now I’m just independent, tryna find a way in through
But in just a couple years, the origin story will debut
After that, I’ll be coming back the following year
Going old western, tryna get you triggered with fear
Matter of fact, fuck it, I’ll go back to back to back
And that’s when I’ll have my third album in intact
I’ll call it long story short, give it retro vibes
That early 1950’s shit all in black and white
And after giving a 3-peat of my straight classics
I’ll just switch it up and drop a film and a book on your asses
Come back the following year and rap for the people
And make the BGC part 2 and finish the sequel
The next two years, if not dead by then
I’ll probably spend time with my fam and do it all again, like damn

[Chorus]
They tell me why are you always gotta act different
Why I’m always tryna go bad with it
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ma do this shit all day, all day, what’s up? (Yeah)

They tell me why are you always gotta act different
Why I’m always tryna go bad with it
I ain’t got time to waste, I’ma do this shit all day, all day, what’s up?