EverydayStruggle

Everyday Struggle - A Day In The Life of a Fool - The Notorious B.I.G.

I know how it feels to wake up f**ked up

Pockets broke as hell another rock to sell

People look at you like you're the user

Selling *** to all the losers mad Buddha abuser

But they don't know about the stress-filled day

Baby on the way mad bills to pay

That's why you drink Tanqueray

So you can reminisce and wish

You wasn't living so devilish s-sh*t

I remember I was just like you

Smoking blunts with my crew

Flipping oldies 62's

'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G I got P-A-I-D

That's why my mom hates me

She was forced to kick me out no doubt

Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south

Packed up my tools for my raw power move

Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves

Four drunks trying to stop my flow

And what they don't know will show on the autopsy

Went to see papi to cop me a brick

Asked for some consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it

Smoking mad newports

'Cause I'm doing court for an assault

That I caught in Bridge Port New York

Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man

You better have your gat in hand

'Cause man

A day in the life of a fool

A day in the life of a fool

I had the master plan

I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland

With my man tutex to take over this projects

They call him tutex he tote two techs

And when he starts to bust

He likes to ask who's next

I got my honies on the Amtrack

With the crack in the crack of her a**

Two pounds of hash in the stash

I wait for hun to make some quick cash

I told her she could be lieutenant b**ch got gassed

At last I'm literally lounging black

Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks

Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps

Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps

See who got smoked what rumors was spread

Last I heard I was dead with six to the head

Then I got the phone call

It couldn't hit me harder

We got infiltrated

Like Nino at the Carter

I heard tec got murdered in a town

I've never heard of

By some b**ch named Alberta

Over nickel-plated burners

And my b**ch swear to god she won't snitch

I told her where she hit the bricks

I'll make the hooker rich

Conspiracy should be home in three