Ready (Brand New Day)

[Verse 1]
Ladies and Gentlemen, gentlemen, ladies
Like that 2000-and-now Mercedes
Dippin' and dodgin' traffic, they like "The God's still at it"
But my life is hope-a-less, welcome to my haunted mansion
'Cause I pay my dues, and I slay my crews
Back then, I strapped in, I'm (ready for a brand new day!)
Somethin' you never seen, puffin' that evergreen
High off this world, it got me feelin' like another being
Feel like a martian, when I see the margin
And my money now, it's funny how, back then the kid was starvin'
You got to pardon, I was used to starvin'
My life was hard then, but now it's kinda cool, I got a new apartment
In the hills, from lyrical skills, I possess; I suggest
One consistin' of shinin', one pertainin' to rhymin'
The other is the way this brother maintain your mind-ing
Plus my label is signin', now you try to define 'em?
How about this: "The finest"
Somethin' for your arthritis, the block you rep is writers
So when you see the BDI, just try this

[Hook]
My dough
My gosh
My flows
My squad
You know who's in charge
Time to big up my chest
I don't want nuthin' less, but the best
You see how I rep, yep, yep!
(x2)

[Verse 2]
No more hurtin' for paper, we berserk with the paper
Just hit the bank up and I'm (ready for a brand new day!)
No more searchin' for mines, no more nickels and dimes
9th make the beat bounce while I work with the lines
Yea I'm used to the gutter, and I'm used to the Butters
Shit, I get money, word to mutha
It's not a joke neither, it's not a hope neither
My own pleadin' for a god, I'm not cult seeders
I got my shit together, you got your shit together?
Well let's split this bread up and just-
'Cause I'm tired of the struggle, I rely on the hustle
Quick shower so when I get out I just slide in a bubble
I'm just trying to show you, BDI is the bro
You know you can go to when you (ready for a brand new day!)
'Cause I'm fresh and so clean, and I'm reppin the team
Nigga, I'm a coach though when I approach the flow
Yo, I got this game down pat, you see that thing in the back?
Ready for a (brand new day!)
Yeah and I got 'em shook, man, yeah Buck is from Brooklyn
Look man, I'm like a captain off the hook, man!
Tilt your shades so your eyes can see
A vision of the last breed, nigga, I am he

[Hook]
My dough
My gosh
My flows
My squad
You know who's in charge
Time to big up my chest
I don't want nuthin' less, but the best
You see how I rep, yep, yep!
(x2)