[Verse 1]

Let my niggas breath, let them have some ease

Ain't talkin' Amastad but give us our free

Stress bumpin' free illegal MP3s

Is what I see in the teenage scenery

Many songs abroad in ipods

Of facade rap stars and wack squads claim real means hard

But don't act soft, they'll diminish your rap card

Which only means that only R&B will get you far

Or you can pop up, until the fame fizzle down

The hoes come up to him, them niggas belittled now

So what they say is minimal, trivial

Be part of your own instrumental, simple or lyrical

There's billions waiting, you have to meet patience

Work at the drop beat, flow with the cadence

Play with the wordplay, be dedicated

Hardwork kills time, so you sitting there saying

What a day

[Hook]

What a Day x4

[Verse 2]

What a day in the 8 hour barrier

All these low grades, most students would be scared of

But this straight face wasn't a bluff

Skipped class because through the day he couldn't care enough

It was tough, to build up the energy, weed was his centerpiece

Weed, greed, hoes on they knees was his trinity

Looking at his team they was deep indeed

Looking in the mirror, even he envied he

No stems or seeds to grow into a better breed

It's better to hallucinate the stress than let it breath

People was fed up, still he wouldn't let up

Even when he mess up, He never took heed

Lived in his own world, and you have a lease

Niggas don't appreciate shit until they the least

Now a dead beat dad, tired of them weed games

Flash to his first time toke and said what a day

[Hook]

Verse 3:

Success is what I pledge, I want to be the best

Gifts and advice given, I am blessed

But there's still way more, so I push forward

Into better days, beats made, words played, tracks laid

Fuck what they say, they ain't doing nothing

Bring audio cocaine, yall niggas still frontin'

Watch come blunt, sober or blunted

Now im invisible, watch me go top hundred

Into top 50, and then top 10

The people who be laughing are the ones im toppin'

The uncharted artist is the nigga to be charted

The local be pushin' I will pull the foreign broads in-

The future, in those day the past reply

Celebrate with a risen glass and say what a day

Yea, what a day...what a day

[Hook]