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letra de another day another dollar, pt. ii - kaleb mitchell

[intro: kaleb mitch-ll]
i always wanna
yeah-yo

[verse 1: kaleb mitch-ll]
i always went where they scared to go
n-ggas terrified
i seen some things in my dreams
that’ll leave you paralyzed
you ever get a call
saying yo family missing
and ten years later
you still don’t know if they dead or alive
i mean like what would you do
i been through things as a child
that’d make a grown man wanna load it and shoot
i picked the pen and pad up
my homie picked a flag up
i was picking out my samples
he was picking bags up
it was the same motive, different approaches
we after paper
if you ain’t ’bout a dollar
then sucka i’ll see you latеr
been had the vision
and i ain’t speaking coleco
moms was on chеmo
i’m depressed and my green low
way back before i was blacking out on them free throws
i mapped out the game
no one ever gave me a cheat code
suckas moving shiesty promise
i already peeped those
just get used to the fact
that i’m the one but i ain’t ne—
you get it already
[chorus: kaleb mitch-ll]
another day another dollar
but a dollar ain’t enough
‘other day another dollar
but a dollar ain’t enough
i been down here in the trenches
tryna get it out the mud
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
another day another dollar
but a dollar ain’t enough
i been down here in the trenches
tryna get it out the mud
ah, ah, ah

[verse 2: john givens]
scared money don’t make no money
millitant minded n-ggas wit’ tha rank on gunnery
you ever seen a n-gga you could take from suddenly?
move in subtlety, take ’em for all that he got in his pockets like b-tter we
utterly, disregard the fact that felonies exist
third strike for my n-gga if we go down for this
my mama told me i should really slow down and sit
she don’t understand a n-gga out here tryna get rich
(holy father, i been out here, on a mission for a dollar, know it ain’t right but i can’t quite white collar)
f-ck a lottery, hit the robbery, yeah that’s the policy
then hit the e-way, praying’ twelve ain’t followin’
yeah feel the bottom of ya stomach, rumble in the jungle
i can’t fumble, i can’t fumble
so i make tha money bundle
i keep a stitch lip, n-gga gotta stay humble
we just hit a big l!ck, praying’ that it don’t crumble
[chorus: kaleb mitch-ll]
another day another dollar
but a dollar ain’t enough
‘other day another dollar
but a dollar ain’t enough
i been down here in the trenches
tryna get it out the mud
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
another day another dollar
but a dollar ain’t enough
i been down here in the trenches
tryna get it out the mud
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
i been down here in the trenches
tryna get it out the mud
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah
ah, ah, ah

[outro]
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- kaleb mitchell

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