Stroud - Anotha Day Anotha Dolla lyrics

[Produced By Stroud] [Hook] Another day, another dollar When your back against the wall and you're tryna do right With the bills piled up to the sky Another day, another dollar When the rent do again and the trap ain't bumping A n***a got to figure out something Another day, another dollar [Verse 1 – Scotty ATL] A dope boy tell me if he standing on the corner all morning And his pocket look funny, I reply eye to eye If the product 100 and the fiends ain't coming Something wrong with your hustle, I ain't lying [?] it look like a disc stuck, between your headlights And rap [?] got it wrong in your head right Everybody selling bricks in the city, that's bullsh** n***as ain't even paying rent right And this the good word, I put the stank on it You can trust em but I wouldn't really bank on it Most of them got a scheme up their sleeve They finessing, they'll leave [?] n***a at the bank homie And he was throwed out, he dropped out of school Said his mama on d**, tryna get some shoes I felt bad for the homie cause I know he tryna get it So I told him keep your head to the ceiling [Hook] [Verse 2 - Gipp] Rap got 9, Erick got 10 You can buy the whole truck if you come the weekend Uncle junior still on the porch, he selling that hooch I can scrape the plate, make you sell the shake Dixie Hill still got poor birds, I put a call in, got no word Half the streets stay lying, half the dope wet The molly ain't real, this some crushed up pills Now how the f** I feel, this world out here, ain't sh** here real I should've went to school, should've got a job Should've heard mom, made me want to rob You don't know the feeling When your stomach touch your back, you don't know the feeling Make an honest man go out and do the k**ing This the life I'm living [Hook] [Verse 3 – Scotty ATL] Mike [?], he be living in a small town See in a small town everybody compound Everybody in your biz, everybody always [?] Mike got locked up, a lot of pounds It knocked the wind out me, cause I been going through it And I was looking up to Mike, how they bang Cook? I'm on the brink of blowing up, still tryna keep my head All I need is some matches and some lighter fluid They took my role model,that sh** happens every day Meanwhile at the crib I just pray I want to grab a chopper and ama** Hit the gas on the Chevy, tryna come up on another n***a's cash Naw, thought about it, took a couple pulls Girl blowing up my phone, she be stressing too It only take you one shot leave a n***a paralyzed Living the rest of your life as a vegetable I pulled up on him, pistol in my hand He had his head down, I'm slowly creeping in Yanked the hood off his head, it was pastor from the church Said he just prayed for me, keep working [Hook]