Book Of Days
Album: THUGRATS
By: NRA ENT.
By: NRA ENT.
Duration
2:32
Genres
Description
Book of days was written by Finesselove. This song is a summary of each one of their life’s and paths that theywalked. This is a message that sums up the struggles and lifestyles Broadwayand Finesse happen to come across in their lives. This song proves that you will go through a lot of heartache and pain to accomplish your dreams. The song motivates the world to keep pushing.
Lyrics
NRA - Book of Days Verse 1 – Broadway Twist Minds like a swisher the lime is my wisdom Its crime through the pencil define design wishing The candle ain’t blown out the flame is ever last I’m heaven past the clouds you niggas steady trash I’m hotter than Nashville ya stank like ass Ya bank ain’t cash ya fake like prosthetic My end packed alone the best of fine threaded The truth and I make em believe like god said Muhammad or god living life that come with it I lost all my niggas to nines and gone get it I’m was on the turf the IQ like QB’s Came from the streets with Piru’s and true G’s Seen a nigga double they worth from a QP Then the hoes jump on they dick like groupies I blaze trees give a fuck what ya heard The best herb prescribing the best verbs Hook Gone speak what I see gotta live what I preach Won’t go there That life just ain’t for me No shine if you sleep Keep grinding for cheese Another book of my lifelines in my rhymes V2 – Finesse L. Life aint what it use to be but it is what it is now Gotta roll daily on my wiz now looking at the homie like you still down Only for the money hoes and clothes that’s all a nigga know Better know what the motive is or be six feet deep like mike or the boy that Felt the burner spit all bros no other shit Hoping that yall watching over guide me where the money is Benji currency cash pounds to euros yo team is bound to collapse I made two goals Smoke and spit true flows get booed off fast But the know my shit to cold no defrost fast Pop tags nope still grind gotta eat but I’m still fine Tryna knock me off but I still striv la Smoking zones trying kill time So my clock dead on a still 9 but a nigga still rhyme Hook Gone speak what I see gotta live what I preach Won’t go there That life just ain’t for me No shine if you sleep Keep grinding for cheese Another book of my lifelines in my rhymes
