The Session & AverageJo - Celebration (feat. LO-SO) Lyrics

Every day's a celebration
Just to wake up, swear it feels so amazing
Gotta chase a goal, baby; can't be patient
Everything about your life is foul, that's flagrant
I'm a star in the making
Counting twenty thousand, did it all while blazing
So I can sense the hate
Name a nigga where I'm from. Came from Section 8
Did so much for my people. I deserve a cape
I be cooking for the moguls while I hit the vape
More money off my crêpes than your real estate
Do you know how it feels when you know you're great?
I'm a vegan. My girl pussy taste like Fanta grapes
White man looking at me, he might see an ape
And my bank account look at me, it just sees the safe
Going to the same meetings, you should see they face
Your life sucks, bro. Face it
Last year, dead broke, now counting blue faces
I just hit it once, no relations
Getting to the paper, every day a celebration
Your life sucks, bro. Face it
Last year, dead broke, now counting blue faces
I just hit it once, no relations
Getting to the paper, every day a celebration
Your life sucks; too basic
Rolled a Backwood filled with Runtz. I'm finna face it
Baby, you ain't special. Get replaced quick
Treat this bitches like my liquor, nah, I never chase shit
Chillin' with The Session and Joey
These bitches wanna come and get to know me
You saying that you trappin', but you working with the police
Pussy boy, you a phony
I can't get too complacent
Keep my name out sticky situations
Got a number, but it got erased quick
She gon' give me face, no hesitation
Your life sucks, bro. Face it
Last year, dead broke, now counting blue faces
I just hit it once, no relations
Getting to the paper, every day a celebration
Your life sucks, bro. Face it
Last year, dead broke, now counting blue faces
I just hit it once, no relations
Getting to the paper, every day a celebration
Hoppin' out the whip and I'm faded
Momma told me, "Get your bands right, then get a spaceship"
Keeping far away from that snake shit
Smoking on gas, take a little vacation
No, I don't pop pills for medication
Rolling up the ganja green to give me levitation
And for the past month, I've been craving this money
You can catch me working hard; paper chasin'
Man, I don't need to tell you what's up
I'm posted five deep in the lounge chiefin' it up
Real ones surround me, so in the end, I don't deal with snakes who try to drown me
We don't smoke the same, so keep my name out your raps
Take a bong rip as I hustle up some racks
Can't wait to get a million and make a double back
These pussies tell tall tales while I speak straight facts