Daily Routine Lyrics - Joey Bada$$

[Verse 1] 

From the block to the top, Buddha baggies in the sock 

Only thing that changed now is we ain't runnin' out of stock 

Used to beg mom dukes for lunch money 

Honeys used to run from me when pockets was dust bunnies 

Now what's funny is we done came up and conquered 

Even the future lookin' bonkers from Compton to Yonkers 

Though them gangstas grill, I tell 'em keep that drama away 

Don't fuck with thieves, I like Jay so who sponsorin' the tape 

They launchin' out strays, I'm tryin' not to get sprayed 

Whether a spitter or a quitter behind the trigger 

Approaching his prey, his eyes bigger 

Won't stop to consider what's right or wrong 

Because it's hard liquor that's inside his liver 

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[Hook] 

But that's just daily routine 

The streets are cooped fiends 

Whether the hoops or the booth, niggas shoot dreams 

Better choose the right scheme 

Cause you could think you're cool with your nice things 

But get wiped clean for ice cream when the lights beam 

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[Verse 2] 

Traded in my Nikes for a new mic 

I guess it's safe to say he sold soul for his new life 

Like they were tryna blind us, but we know the true designer 

They didn't wanna see us find the diviners 

So now we hit the vines up day and night 

On the regular, I know my momma prayin' 

Like she want me reach my aims in life, but just stay in sight 

So I'm shootin' for my dreams, hit the booth and it boost my esteem 

The Pro Era crew recruitin' in them fiends by the boat load 

Nigga caught a wave and now he surfin' coastal 

They don't feel the name but they say the music dope though 

Fuck it, that's how it's supposed to go, these bloggers too emotional 

They'll be postin' you until labels start inter-scopin' you 

By then, it's wild late and I'll be chillin' where I lay 

Cause I'd rather see the top than to be livin' where I lay 

Imbalances in my Kundalini, they tryna put two through my beanie 

Wish you well, tryin' to poof a genie 

[Hook x4]