Yung Redd & Lil Ron

Yung Redd & Lil Ron - The Whole Day Through lyrics

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(feat. Lil' 3rd) 



[talking:] 

I'm just trying to grab everything in my reach, you know 

Do my thang, I'm just trying to let you know what I'm going through 

Same as this life, all kinda stuff stressing my brain out 

Know I'm sayin, so give me a lil' time let me speak my mind 

The whole day through, just one of my days 



[Lil' Ron:] 

No money in my pocket, that shit got drastic 

Why play football, and I won't get drafted 

I'd rather hang in the hood, and run with the thugs 

Instead of class, I was into slanging dimes and dubs 

And I climbed above, the foolish scrubs 

Now I only move for stacks, and luck nigga what 

But me and mama, been disagreeing a lot 

No matter what, she call to see if I'm breathing or now 

And on the other hand, I been in the courtroom 

I'm stressing everyday, hoping I blow up soon 

I was real with niggaz, but niggaz was fake 

Didn't take long, for me to see them niggaz was cakes 

So I distance myself, and did me for a while 

Lost track of the last time, I cracked a smile 

And I'm only here, to speak the truth to you 

I deal with these situations here the whole day through baby, the whole day through 



[talking:] 

The whole day through man, I'm just doing me 

Know I'm saying, ain't nothing promised 

Tomorrow ain't promised, to nobody man 

So I'm trying to get mine today, but you gotta feel it though man 

Just the way I am, I ain't changed my ways hey 

Hey real talk niggaz, hey 



[Yung Redd:] 

Now if this music don't get me to the promise land, honest man 

Wish I had a plan, you never promised another chance 

Hope for the best, prepare for the worst 

And my life is way mo', than what you hear in a verse 

Let the truth be told, it's the road I chose 

Here a nigga change channels, like remote controls 

Just a few niggaz make it, though a lot of niggaz try 

Half of us locked up, and a couple of us died 

So tired of being sick and tired, why ask why 

The same questions, no remarks I count my blessings 

Ay it wasn't clear, how one year 

Could make e'rybody disappear, when they know that money ain't here 

Fuck what you going through, impress me with a song or two 

See me when you see me, I'm in Cloverland mo' than you 

Speak now, or forever hold your peace 

You see me in the streets hold your piece, and squeeze first nigga 



[talking:] 

Hey it's on and popping man, Lil' 3rd the Leprechaun 

King of Cloverland, all day on grind and getting it on 

Staying heated up, niggaz out here playing games man it's real 

Back on the streets, checkmating bitch niggaz 

Know I'm tal'n bout, take a ride with me man 

We grinding and shining 24/7, this what it is yeah-yeah ay 



[Lil' 3rd:] 

Botany Big Shots, was my heart and my mind 

I was soon to find, cats wasn't holding it down 

Drama came, they weren't even much popping the iron 

Disrespect, and they weren't much boxing around 

I got the game in my palm now, I'm locking it down 

Far as that Freestyle King shit, I'm taking the crown 

Hundred mile punchlines, coming straight off the mound 

Lil' 3rd the Leprechaun, now on top of the line 

Hear ya imitate my name, when I went through them town 

Baller blocking my shine, now I take what's rightfully mine 

True side of the game, it'll be over in time 

So I treat 'em like hydro, start blowing they mind 

The whole day through pimp, say I stay on the grind 

On sight when I see you yeah, I'm laying you down 

I don't attend the circus, I ain't gon play with you clown 

Stand up one time, cause I'm laying you down sissy yeah-yeah 



The whole day through 

(the whole day through) [x4]
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