New Day - Mozzy, SHAUN SLOAN

White truck hop out, talking about cocaine

He ain’t never sell none, what he talking bout?

Bad tings in Hamptons, I turned it to a whore house

Feelin' rich, let’s take a trip to Albany and record now

I do not trust nobody, can’t put the guard down

Niggas so ugly, crib came with the now

Came with the dawgs, contract came through

It’s time to sign that motherfucker, I been holding out

Shaun grinding motherfucker

Just grabbed a new watch, set the timing motherfucker

All about timing motherfucker

It’s a new day

The bag coming back in

Oh it’s a new day

The bag coming back in

Ain’t got a hundred Ms yet why you thinkin bout a vaycay

Way too much on my mind, I’m thankin' God for another day

Know that Imma take it, can’t motivate m get out my face

F and N on my waist

When I got it, I feel saf

I know they scrolling on my page

They been looking at my page

Clockin' the way we move, be the day they die today

Praying on my downfall, praying that I fail

Odds already against me, I’m broke dude, can’t you tell?

And I’m way too special, they won’t put me on no shelf

denim 750, I don’t need no belt

White truck hop out, talking about cocaine

He ain’t never sell none, what he talking bout?

Bad tings in Hamptons, I turned it to a whore house

Feelin' rich, let’s take a trip to Albany and record now

It’s a new day

The bag coming back in

Oh it’s a new day

The bag coming back in

You ever seen a man cry without no tears falling?

I’m talking tears of joy, me and all my peers balling

I ain’t tryna politic, niggas from the pen calling

Hop inside his Benz and

Hard to keep these bitches off me

Know I keep them killers round me

Day 1, and they still around me

Huntin down to get a bounty

Fuck how niggas feel about it

Ain’t no fiction bout the shit I rap, bitch I been about it

He ain’t finna stand there, let you me out, they trippin bout it

Catch a body, get a trophy, that’s how niggas operate

Parking lot be full of foreigns, cause that’s how niggas congregate

Pebbles to my dying days, these niggas kind of game

They love you when you in the trench

But envy when you find a way

White truck hop out, talking about cocaine

He ain’t never sell none, what he talking bout?

Bad tings in Hamptons, I turned it to a whore house

Feelin' rich, let’s take a trip to Albany and record now

It’s a new day

The bag coming back in

Oh it’s a new day

The bag coming back in

It’s a new day

The bag coming back in

Oh it’s a new day

The bag coming back in