(Chorus - Pharrell)
God damn, it's a new day
God damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
God damn
(Verse 1 - Malice)
They juss can't understand or phathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two clipse they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nuttin come between us
You miss took me for a rapper huh
Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
I understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the same
Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit
And I leave it to ya'll, to freestyle and battle and shit
That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit the yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone
(Chorus - Pharrell)
God damn, it's a new day
God damn, but the nigga wanted money
(Ab-Liva)
God damn, when that white hits the pan
It comes back hard, I can account for every gram and
The streets molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
Traits of a blow dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch that carry the game
The flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows
My hearts on a sleeve
A nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, DR
