Anther day, another dollar, right Gon' dedicate this one to Mac Miller, ya heard? (Just another day, another dollar) Been in my lane so long, I dozed off at the wheel The doc said I crashed into a deal Now I'm an artist, the last you could feel I mastered my skill, I'm nice from Japan to Brazil This ain't a bad bitch with me, she my wife And I ain't goin' back and forth, homie, I'm livin' my best life So I'ma throw first, stand tall, like, "Yeah, I'm the man" It coulda been worse, the word earth means dirt Now you stuck in rotation Militant, but never joined the Nation The All-High UFO invasion Right, you see me rollin' through smooth Like I'm Dean Martini smokin' herb, drinkin' Fiji I ain't inherit nothin' but stress I'm puttin' emcees to the test Teach 'em better if they come incorrect This one sweater might run you a check It's no labels, no recordin' artist or exec could say They seen it like UFO Fee measured by degrees, Ecuador, when it comes to this flow Build equity, that's all I know And I ain't need to hear four-four-four to gain knowledge and grow Playa, I did that, even a bobcat is a big cat I am in the conversation, you cannot dismiss that Full sleeve, I have a junkie where your kid's at Playin' ball with 'em just to prove to you I'm big facts Life come at you fast, don't take it personal My style like hittin' the glass, look what these words could do You hooked on phonics, it's gas, let you smell that I'm hooked on chronic, my past life hell In this one, I'm symbolic Plus I get fly and I'm ten toes solid, God must be acknowledged Right Look, another day, another dollar Superior flows, Craft got that fuck you disease Like venereal goes, take the fight to where they're comfortable And set up shop there, I got imperial goals Homie, I ain't even near to my goals, that shit put fear in your soul Real ones like, "we hearin' you, bro", yeah So I proceed for the simple fact, that's simple facts And I talk to 'em 'bout the work as if the shit was slack But that, I would never, I'm glad my endeavors ain't half-hearted treasure Upon the first few X's in the sand 'Cause he who never made a wrong turn's a directionless man And eventually, I'll play the lows, fretless with one hand But 'til then, I need some boundries just to know just where I am, like I been lettin' enemies at my energy 'Cause some of 'em just look like friends to me And I know that that's cliché, but most clichés started as the truth So you gon' run into a few if you be partial to the proof Simply put, I just ain't one of these artists you can mute Before that, I'll be one of these artists you could shoot Sometimes beautiful's ugly and the heart just isn't cute You could hang me by my art if its the noose, Craft Uh, these funny rappers blow overnight and the Rover white Pitchin', I'm dissecting they lyrics and they over-hyped Show's overpriced, damn, they is cold as ice Sellin' you product that's garbage, they get me overtight It's cold at night 'cause I been livin' the sober life Had to go blow-for-blow so I could get me my soldier stripes Overhand rights from Tyson Fury or Mike Tys' And knife fights, pussy, tell me what your life like Chicken with the rice, five-dollar plate shit Introducin' y'all to Mac Miller from the basement 2020, spaceships, the process is greatness Law-town, Masses, signed to Roc Nation Check the birth certificates, my brother is killin' it Never thought limited, we handlin' our business Givin' back to the children, that's what we do We raisin' money, too, S.T. Show Off Crew, we worldwide Another day, another dollar Another day, another dollar Another day, another dollar Another day, another dollar