Just Another Day

[Intro: Stefo]
(Yeah)
Just another day, feelin’ free (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Anthony Danza]
You know how I’m feelin’ with it
To this bag, I go straight to the ceilin’ with it
M-o-b, it’s the A-n-t-h-o-n-y D-a-n-z-a
Ballin’ like the NBA
You know I had to risk it, trunk full of triscuit
Whole ‘lot of mix, then I butter, milk - bisk it
Task it, money in the basket
Bought another fit, had to get another casket
Drip on these bitches, then I puff-puff, passed it
G-funk baby, everything classic
No, I don’t play, let ‘em fuck with this plastic
My mama good, shit, you know I had to stash it
Fly like Dumbo, strapped like Rambo
Spit like Rondo, keys to the condo
No, we don’t Tweet, cost G’s for the convo
R-I-P Big Syke, who got another hundo(?)

[Chorus: Stefo]
Just another day, feelin’ free (Yeah)
Ain’t nothin’ changed, still doin’ me (Yeah)
It’s just another day

[Verse 2: Jesús Spades]
Ain’t hard to tell, might as well
Learn the real from the fake
They sealin’ they fate, nobody really feel what they make
These young bucks actin’ up, have no OG’s
They goin’ downhill fast, no snow ski’s
I stay low-key, don’t nobody know me
Give a fuck in the cut, mane, I blow trees
Keep it on a circle – solid, keep it real from the jump
And shouts to G-dub, ‘cause he a real one
I chase cheese, but I’m not really consumed with greed
I gotta clothe and feed, be an example for my seed
And you know this, in life, nobody’s owed shit
Keep it tight on the mic, always grown shit
Yeah, a moonroof open, just scopin’ how the game go
A lot of cats be hella whack with the same flow
Stay in my lane though, now, you know
Inhale, exhale with my flow

[Chorus: Stefo]
Just another day, feelin’ free (Yeah)
Ain’t nothin’ changed, still doin’ me (Yeah)
It’s just another day

[Verse 3: Grynch]
Uh
You know I’m one-of-a-kind
Been the truth since the gate, y'all need to stop with the lyin’
Bottom-of-the-barrel clowns, I’m the top of the line
And I can tell you really soft by how hard you’ve been tryin’
How often I shine
Nah, you ain’t got it like I got it
Yeah, the circus, I can spot it
Just a lot of awful product
Sellin’ snake oil, definition of fake for you
Pushin’ wolf tickets, homie, you're what bullshit is
Ain’t got time for it, I’m too busy doin’ me
The dude you wish that you could be
The ladies be like, “Who is he?”
Man, that’s the dude, the G-R...you know the rest though
I’m old school Ballard, like a burger up at Zesto’s
What you expect, yo? To kill it ain’t a hassle
Been nice with pens and mics, fuck all these assholes
Who try to play the game, but they lame and never Pass Go
I just laugh though

[Chorus: Stefo]
Just another day, feelin’ free (Yeah)
Ain’t nothin’ changed, still doin’ me (Yeah)
It’s just another day