[Intro: Kaleb Mitchell]
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Uh, uh, uh
Uh-huh
One take, one take, one take
Another day, another dollar but the dollar ain't enough
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Kaleb Mitchell]
I always went where they scared to go, n***as terrified
I seen some things in my dreams that'll leave you paralyzed
You ever get a call saying yo' family missing
And ten years later you still don't know if they dead or alive
I mean like what would you do, I been through things as a child
That'd make a grown man wanna load it and shoot
I picked the pen and pad up, my homie picked a flag up
I was picking out my samples, he was picking bags up
It was thе same motive, differеnt approaches, we after paper
If you ain't 'bout a dollar, then sucka I'll see you later, uh
Been had the vision and I ain't speaking Coleco
Moms was on chemo, I'm depressed, and my green low
Way back before I was blacking out on them free throws
I mapped out the game, no one ever gave me a cheat code
Suckas moving shiesty promise I already peeped those
Just get used to the fact, that I'm the one but I ain't ne---
You get it already

[Chorus: Kaleb Mitchell]
Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough
'Nother day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough
I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough
I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah

[Verse 2: John Givez]
Scared money don't make no money
Millitant minded n***as wit' the rank on gunnery
You ever seen a n***a you could take from suddenly?
Move in subtlety, take 'em for all that he got in his pockets like butter we
Utterly, disregard the fact that felonies exist
Third strike for my n***a if we go down for this
My mama told me I should really slow down and sit
She don't understand a n***a out here tryna get rich
Holy father, I been out here, on a mission for a dollar
Know it ain't right but I can't quite white collar
Fuck a lottery, hit the robbery, yeah, that's the policy
Then hit the e-way, praying' twelve ain't followin'
You feel the bottom of ya stomach, rumble in the jungle
I can't fumble, I can't fumble, so I make tha money bundle
I keep a stitch lip, n***as gotta stay humble
We just hit a big lick, prayin' that it don't crumble

[Chorus: Kaleb Mitchell]
Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough
'Nother day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough
I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Another day, another dollar but a dollar ain't enough
I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah (Uh)
Ah
I been down here in the trenches tryna get it out the mud, ah (Uh)
Ah, ah (Uh)

[Outro]
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