Trae Tha Truth, Big Unk, Jeff Lynn - Everyday lyrics

I gotta get up off of my ass - if I
Think I'm a have me alittle bit of cash
Cause ain't nobody gon'give me shit
So I'm runnin these streets like
A hundred yard dash pounds and birds
I trample the block like a herd
Gone off syrup
But I still maintain - tryna leave the
Game but the light bill due
Really fast and them bills due too
Crystal niggas I see straight through you
So I surround myself with me
Took alittle time to find myself
But now I grind
So I shine myself that's G - Game
Never cut a nigga no pain if
He ain't never lived in rain
I'm feelin insane
Chasin this change - while I
Protect myself from jackers mayne
All alone I go pound for pound


Hard or soft I go zone for zone
Lookin in the rearview at my parnta cause I
Know he wanna put one in my dome
Take my throne cause I'm labeled the king
But I ain't fresh off the porch
I can peep the scene
I keep some - thing to put it on ya
Mind - gotta head ain't no screws in mine
Watchin the feds while they watchin mine
They can smear the shit -
It ain't stoppin mine
The bottom line if I wanna shine -
Off my ass I gotta grind
Watchin the feds while they watchin mine
They can smear the shit -
It ain't stoppin mine
The bottom line if I wanna shine -
Off my ass I gotta grind

Everyday I'm on my grind
Gotta get off my ass money on my mind
Like everyday, it's like everyday

I blame society for life in the street
Jackin they will and killin my folk
Prayin I'll ride on hundred spokes
I won't ever fall victim to dope
Wish a nigga could get my dough
Try to play games with me and
Catch a forty - fo'
Thoughts like this they come and go
Who needs a friend with so many foes?
G - h - e - t - t - o
Nieghborhood still look the same
You can't expect the projects to change
And it's commited to Weed and Cocaine
Extacy and Purple Drank -
Dueces, Fo's, Eights, and Pints
I spitt shit that'll make you think
Puttin myself at a higher rank
Ain't tryna make my soul sink
Shit gotta defeat the whole purpose
Bein surrounded by hearses
Feelin my life is worthless -
Don't wanna snatch purses
But I'm starvin so I gotta start back mobbin
Put the mask on, then I start back robbin
Make a nigga heart rate start throbbin
Young and confused, head just bobbin
So when I pull out the Glock
Better get off the block
Shit it's bout to go down
The world is mothafucker
Niggas be hatin because another mothafucker
Out here tryna shine
Lyrically a clown, I'm wreckin the
Flow - always a gangsta, ain't never no hoe
One thing fuh sho I'm a let you know
On the cool a nigga bout to
Let it go - cause Uh

Yea, Trae The Truth
I done been through alot of
Things in this past
Year - motherfuckers better know what it is
I'm still a gangsta runnin
And mobbin for mine
- and holdin it down for my kin
My brother got hit with a few years
But one thing I hate is life goes on
Fuck it I swear this shit
Ain't what I'm feelin
But I'm known to be strong
Move to the block
Sittin back on chrome - homie you know
That I stay on my grind
I stay on my dough like I stay on the
Track and I come out on top like everytime
A - B - N my team you don't
Wanna see the gang come out to play
Cause if it's first and ten
The first is where we spray
Unk get the pump and I'll bust they ass
Get some shoes and I'll rush they ass
Call me somethin like this and Unk I can
Play the field and I'll dust they ass
All that talk I'm finna hush they ass
Show e'm why Trae The Truth in the city
Better pick the lane for I get off the
Chain and show my swagger is silly
Better yet sick, stay off my dick cause it
Might ruin ya reputation
On the way to the top is where
I'm headed everyday I'm like elevation
Motivation 3 - 0 - 1 I'm
Reppin for the lower class
Finna show I ain't gon'stop bitch
I be movin too fast, come on