Joey Bada$$ - Daily Routine lyrics
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joey Bada$$ - Daily Routine lyrics]
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
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam
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 interscopin' 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
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam
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 interscopin' 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
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam
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
Creams when the lights beam