Not a Day Goes By

[Intro] Alright 6 A.M., let’s see what’s up [Verse 1] Not a, not a, not a damn day goes by Somebody’s hands ain't waving high inside a grey sky They chant my name, fly: A-L-I, I’m they guy They put me on their back and carry me when I can’t fly Then put me in this skin, tattooed it with a pen Lifted me in the wind to where I never would’ve been I held a window open to my soul and snuck ‘em in They loved me like a trusted friend ‘til I come again I’m in the city puttin’ fan before the fame With a cannonball and chain spitting aerosol flames — dope Such a paradox, strange I’m prepared to cause change, but can I say that I’m all sane? No They told me that the top’s kinda lonely So I stopped climbing for, thought y’all might wanna hold me — hey Turns out I already got a category, with a slot all to my lonely God been guardin’ this spot just for me, babe [Verse 2] When the motherfuckin’ beat comin’ back again I can breathe real deep, get a second wind Don’t hate what a veteran already did But I’m just tryin’ to peep what the lesson is And the message is you will never get More or less than the sweat and tears you invest in it ‘less you sit and rest a bit, the more blessed you get And the best deception is that success is effortless Trust me though it never is, let me give that more emphasis Get up off your ass, go do some work Ain't no reward without movement first If you not really tryin’ to prove your worth Quit suckin’ life out the universe [Verse 3] Motherfuckers want something for free It's never gonna be, not from me This here lane is my property And it’s all Ali, monopoly And obviously I believe in charity and modesty But everything my half blind eyes can see by decree belongs to me! I don’t even rap like that, I’m sorry y'all heard me snap like that Let me just (*breath*) take a deep breath and get myself right back on track I love you guys, I just want y'all to see the truth about it If you don’t love yourself ain't nothing I can do about it! This game polluted, crowded, human garbage oozing out it Bunch of dudes in a stupid outfit Trying to call their group a movement — stop it Old school dudes who ain't poppin' Hate to see your venue get crowded Ain't my fault that you ain't inspired No, you wanna see who can boo the loudest But then there’s so much amazingness that I can't resist it It's not that ain't nobody making it, but they ain't listening At age 6 I grabbed a brush and started painting pictures Grabbed the mic and looked at God and said “okay, hit it!”