Daily Routine

[Verse 1: The Musalini]
Naw mean it's a daily routine
Push up, pull up
Shit spooky son
Ay yo
Son
Jet lining
Richard Mille on the wrist I stay on the best timing
Baguette diamonds gamma ray reflect shining
Santa domingo having sex with sirens
[?] run a marathon aces
Five hundred dollar pair of laces
I stay gracious
The shit you funny niggas doing I can't relate
Like you can't relate to candy paint dripping
Or riding in a caravan or spaceship
Staying advantageous
Since a youngun' I been courageous
Making sure the family went for ages
Sages
Ain't got pages bringing in wages
I'm still in the ghetto most of my friends are dangerous son
Fast spliff
Big black Smith & Wessun busting the shit
Biting like a bull mastiff
Drop this mother fucker in the water and let his ass drip
Shit be getting spooky working that last shift son

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Money
Moves this
Swift like Taylor get you hit for the paper
Pool in with no aces
Up like inflation
Game too contagious
Chilling out in Vegas
Ran out of favors
Even in the dark see the light on the laser
Fly nigga
Led my bitch through the labor
Crib two floors, we ain't got no neighbors
Big acres feel the hate from the haters
Cool with the justice
Embrace all the pressure
Ho gon' be a ho
I ain't come here to lecture
Bullets hit your team all you see is ketchup
(Damn)
Hand roll the Dutches
I know why you mad cause the women want to touch us
Playa 'til I go only God can judge us
Move spinner max six figures off rap
Calculate that
I'm a poet with stacks
Got a safe full of poems
Dolemite in a foreign