Just another Tuesday
Miss Wraith Gutter
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The whip was an old-school Chevy, a bucket but the chrome was clean
My ticket out this fckin' gutter, you know the goddamn scene
Posted an ad on a burner, cryptic texts, the usual sht
Got a bite from a young buck, sounded hungry, said he's keen, that's it
Told him meet me 'neath the overpass where the streetlights are all shot out
A graveyard for dead-end deals, a place you learn what doubt's about
I cleaned the rust-colored stains out the trunk, made it look legit
Brought the heat, tucked in my waistband, couldn't risk gettin' hit
Felt the weight of the steel against my skin, a cold fckin' promise
In this part of town, your best friend's the one who's bein' the most dishonest
Just another Tuesday on these cracked and broken streets
Another sun sets low, another hungry mouth to feed
The hustle's real, the stakes are high, the payout's fckin' low
Another body gets cold before the first winter snow
That's how the story goes when you're tryna leave the gutter
Just another Tuesday, now go and tell your mother
He rolled up three deep in a hoopty, engine screaming like it's cursed
That was the first red flag, my gut told me this was 'bout to get worse
He stepped out, all swagger and cheap gold, eyes dartin' left and right
His boys stayed back in the shadows, just silhouettes against the night
He kicked the tires, popped the hood, pretendin' like he knew his stuff
I'm talkin' numbers, sayin"Two G's, man, this sht is tough"
He smirked, a greasy fckin' look, said"Yeah, it looks real clean""Let me just see the stack" I said"And we can end this scene"
That hungry look turned predatory, a flicker in his eye
He said"The cash is right here, bitch" and that was the fckin' lie
Instead of a stack, he pulls a strap, a rusty .38
I saw the whole fckin' setup, I had sealed my own damn fate
Just another Tuesday on these cracked and broken streets
Another sun sets low, another hungry mouth to feed
The hustle's real, the stakes are high, the payout's fckin' low
Another body gets cold before the first winter snow
That's how the story goes when you're tryna leave the gutter
Just another Tuesday, now go and tell your mother
But he didn't know.. my own piece was already out
Sparks fly in the dark.. his boys scattered with a shout
When the smoke cleared, he was on the pavement, eyes wide at the sky
Didn't have time to ask himself a goddamn reason why
No cash, just casings on the ground, shinin' under the moon
Sirens sing the same old sound, the same fckin' tune
The Chevy's got a new bullet hole. My ticket's been ripped
Just another Tuesday.. My fckin' trigger finger slipped
Yeah
Just another Tuesday.