BigWalkDog - Day in the Life

(Plug)
(Goliath the G.O.A.T.)
Ha, ha
Hey

This like the day of the life of the biggest
Take off the ice, left it all in the kitchen (burr)
Was on the floor, now it's up to the ceilin' (burr)
No cap or no kiddin' (hey)
This like the trap days with the digi'
If we were racin', we already winnin' (phew, phew, phew)
Ain't pinchin' no penny, but grippin' these Benji's (skrrt)
Why must you not get it? (Hey)
And still'll go all black for the Richie, still'll go all gold on the pendant (woo)
Still'll put fifty bands in the engine, as long as they print it (frrt, frrt)
Tryna put all these bands in my britches
You just a beginner, lil' nigga (hey, hey)
For real (hey)
Hey, and this ain't the beginnin' (uh-uh)

This truck got ring like Olympics (ha-ha)
They never seen one where I'm livin' (uh-uh)
This ain't no dream car while I'm bendin'
Ain't no sleepin' in it (what?)
Ain't no sleepin' in it
He just a hype man for the trenches (ha-ha)
He ain't never save a life in his city (nope)
He ain't never took a life in the bity (phew, phew)
That young nigga kiddin', he just be pretendin' (hey)
Woke up in the city, last night made a fifty (a fifty)
Not off the rap, but got pints in the kitchen
Dishwash a pack with no dishwashin' liquid
Ain't seen a plate in this ho in a minute (I know it)
Ain't even ate in this ho in a minute (uh-uh)
I made a play off some shit we invented
111 nights, I pray for a milli' (a milli')
All through the day, outside tryna get it
Ain't-ain't ain't got a choice, it's survival of the fittest
Apes and gorilla come jump in your fences
What you gon' do when you run to a killer?
He gettin' paid to turn you to some scrilla
Put you in the old day reminiscin'
Think about granny with all of them switches
Jump off the porch, hit the ground doin' sixty
Left everything but his mask and his glizzy (his glizzy, hey)

This like the day of the life of the biggest
Take off the ice, left it all in the kitchen (burr)
Was on the floor, now it's up to the ceilin' (burr)
No cap or no kiddin' (hey)
This like the trap days with the digi'
If we were racin', we already winnin' (phew, phew, phew)
Ain't pinchin' no penny, but grippin' these Benji's (skrrt)
Why must you not get it? (Hey)
And still'll go all black for the Richie, still'll go all gold on the pendant (woo)
Still'll put fifty bands in the engine, as long as they print it (frrt, frrt)
Tryna put all these bands in my britches
You just a beginner, lil' nigga (hey, hey)
For real (hey)
Hey, and this ain't the beginnin' (uh-uh)

Still got a long time 'til we finish (long-long time)
Walk got a gold mind out the trenches
You can get cloth-lined (ha, ha)
For the money sign, that's how we goin' 'bout this business (ha, frrt)
Ain't got no back and forth for them neither (back and forth)
Chop it all over like the measles
Cartier bifocal, see the eagle
Michael Jackson, love the coat, red features (red)
Ran through a hundred bands on the VISA (a hundred bands)
Went got a condo just off me speakin'
Before I fall off, I'll invest in the pieces (blin')
Blackout the cars and trucks like the geechies (geechies)
Just cover your skull when you cut off the leeches
Jump in the water, blood still'll be leakin'
There's sharks in the water, they're ready to eat you (ha, ha)
That just like streets, but except it got people
But I'm at the bank, I'm depositin' people (dead presidents)
Peep out the hate and divide it from evil
But still'll mask up like the COVID
My time like the Rollie, they ain't wanna show me no teachin' (blin')
But we ain't trippin', now it's up like we reachin'
Now we callin' plays away from the bleachers
I've been tryna sway away from the reaper
But if you play, wrap 'em up like it's easy (it's easy, hey)

This like the day of the life of the biggest
Take off the ice, left it all in the kitchen (burr)
Was on the floor, now it's up to the ceilin' (burr)
No cap or no kiddin' (hey)
This like the trap days with the digi'
If we were racin', we already winnin' (phew, phew, phew)
Ain't pinchin' no penny, but grippin' these Benji's (skrrt)
Why must you not get it? (Hey)
And still'll go all black for the Richie, still'll go all gold on the pendant (woo)
Still'll put fifty bands in the engine, as long as they print it (frrt, frrt)
Tryna put all these bands in my britches
You just a beginner, lil' nigga (hey, hey)
For real (hey)
Hey, and this ain't the beginnin'

Written by:
Bryce Smith, Dajour Jamal Walker, DeCorrian Delshun Walker, Lorenzo Marques Spadoni

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Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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