A day in the life lyrics

[Intro - Christ Dillinger]
I could tell it ain't real when I look at the picture
If that b*tch broke, then I ain't gunna fix her

[DJ Smokey Tag]
Shadow rich gang just took your soul
And you're never getting it back

[Christ Dillinger Cont.]
That n*gga ain't the plug if he don't deliver
Sippin' this drank and it's hurting my liver
Instagram b*tches come a dime a dozen

[DJ Smokey Tag]
Nuke Radio, we make your eardrums bleed

[Christ Dillinger Cont.]
I'm with the Shed and they f*ck they cousin
I f*cked this b*tch, I said DJ Smokey was my cousin
Took one look at the plug, I couldn't trust him

[DJ Smokey Tag]
Warning, nuke music may damage your eardrums
And hurt your soul

[Verse 1 - Christ Dillinger]
Walk in the trap, we ain't nickle and dime-ing
You talkin' 'bout one of us, all of us sliding
These n*ggas be mad 'cause they pockets declining
I pour up a 3 and then I start reclining
I pour up, I pour up, I pour up, I pour up!
Sold a white b*tch a Perc and she looked like [?]
You see mad Louis V when I step in the door
Louis V on my feet when you look at the floor
They do what I do like they Mr. Mime
This b*tch don't want to f*ck why she wastin' my time
My wrist like the sun 'cause you know it's going to shine
I can't argue with you if you wear Calvin Klein
Kick the b*tch out my crib, do that sh*t all the time
Kick a b*tch out the whip like Gucci in '05
Kick a b*tch out the whip, Balenciaga size 9
I really don't got no time for these b*tches
I could tell it ain't real when I look at the picture
If that b*tch broke, then I ain't gunna fix her
[DJ Smokey Tag]
Shadow rich gang just took your soul
And you're never getting it back

[Christ Dillinger Cont.]
That n*gga ain't the plug if he don't deliver
Sippin' this drank and it's hurting my liver
Instagram b*tches come a dime a dozen

[DJ Smokey Tag]
Nuke Radio, we make your eardrums bleed

[Christ Dillinger Cont.]
I'm with the Shed and they f*ck they cousin
I f*cked this b*tch, I said DJ Smokey was my cousin
Took one look at the plug, I couldn't trust him

[DJ Smokey Tag]
Nuke radio

[Christ Dillinger Cont.]
I hate when the Perc guy give his opinion
I'm wearing Rick we not twinning
I really don't got no time for broke women
If he spill my cup then I won't forgive him
Balenciaga on not number 9
You ain't never see me wearin' Vlone
My b*tches can't wear Vlone
You know she's not my b*tch if she's wearing Vlone
I ran up a check with no PPP loan
Pop a, pop a b*tch and get in the zone
[Verse 2 - Acid Souljah]
I got two different flows for two different types of sh*t
I be making music, all I want is sellin' Percs to dumb white kids
I sold this kid Robitussin, and he poured it up, and he sent me a pic
That sh*t had me dyin'
They lookin' for the source of the fent, b*tch, I'm the one who went and supplied it
I be makin' hits off the top b*tch, I don't gotta do no f*ckin' writin'
I don't wanna talk if you ain't gettin' money b*tch
My circle wiped out like Hunter motherf*ckin' Biden
Chillin' with my custy, I just sold him rock, I ain't gunna lie, he look just like Hunter Biden
I walk in this b*tch flexed up, b*tch I know I'm next up
Coutin' big racks yeah, b*tch I'm big Shaq-ed up
STB in the club, ain't no one checkin' us, if you talkin' crazy 'bout me, you must be smokin' on some angel dust
I call Xhris2easy up, that's my evil twin
All you do is lose, and all we do is win
We been comin' up 'cuz we stuck to the plan
I walk in the mall, got a pocket full of bands
I be in the kitchen, I'ma hit my cooking dance
All my haters mad, I do sh*t that they can't
Cops pull me over, then I gotta run away
Bro I got like a million Xans
I be driving fast switching lanes til they go away
Drug dog come between me and my bands
You a hoe I can see that sh*t like a hundred miles away
We on the fields while y'all sitting in the stands
[DJ Smokey Tag]
Call the fire department, we just nuked the building