Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro - Everyday lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro - Everyday lyrics]
My nigga Redd been assisting me
With holdin my head
But I can't focus cause so many niggas
In the street owe me some bread
And it been fuckin' with my mind lately
How could it be greed? If all I want is just
To touch whatevers mine baby
My forty-acres, and my mule, my mansion
And my yacht
Might take alittle time for me to
See bigger living plus a knot
But I want stop until
I'm clutching my figures, you better move
(bitch)
Cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows
All the trouble I been through
Been so broke and embarrased couldn't
Afford a tooth brush fool
If it wasn't for my nigga Sherman Miller
Mexican D and great 'O
Offered me food when I was hungry
Plus a place to lay low
Runnin up and down Ridgevan
Slangin dimes and nickels
Performing for my hood niggas
Spittin rhymes and riddles
Forever stayin on our grind because of
The shine it give us and fuck jail
We can do however much time they give us
Everyday it's like I can't maintain
But still I feel I'm in
It for the same thing
All I ever wanted is just to get my change
Living strength is my only type of mind frame
It's in my blood, it's in my body
It's in my soul
Gettin' paper been so important since
I've been on my own
Don't nobody love me in this cold world
Fuck these bitches cause the hatred I
Got for my old girl
Is a motherfucker I ain't tryna hear it
I ain't tryna know ya
Unless you be a hustler tryna come
Up on some mo' bucks
I'm like a male-nun with a rail gun
I'm so focused on my mail son
Might need a bail bond fuck you bitches
I love my riches go get it forward march
Cannibal in these killing fields tired
Of hangin on this cross
Witness the JPrince runnin the south
Rap-A-Lot mafia like wide recievers cause we
All be runnin our route i'm goin long
It ain't no mercy for the
Weak better get strong
Cause it be crucializing everything that be
Goin on try to maintain
Cause if you don't they pop you, drop you
And leave you slain mayne
Win it just to stay in the game (mayne)
Association bring about simulation that's
What I witness
Kickin it with the jealous got
Me beggin for forgiveness
This record label presidental think
They live like me
Think they could jump in this rap
Game and survive like me
They living fantasies nigga tryna
Hold onto my name
But they can't sell records without
Me that's a godamn shame
Ho nigga get ya own hustle
Everytime I flex you cats in check
Cause you can't lift it
With you're on muscle, weak bitch!
Everytime I speak bitch niggas
Steadily be plottin
On removing me from my throne to
Throw me in the fuckin prison
But it's all good I can take
It cause I dish shit out
But me you've seen I'm havin things in
My dreams I can't get it out
God blessed the child that
Can double his fetti
Duckin and dodgin troubled times til
Troubled times come get me
I'm tryna get a big ass
Piece so leave me alone
And live a life where I can leave
Both of my pistols at home
With holdin my head
But I can't focus cause so many niggas
In the street owe me some bread
And it been fuckin' with my mind lately
How could it be greed? If all I want is just
To touch whatevers mine baby
My forty-acres, and my mule, my mansion
And my yacht
Might take alittle time for me to
See bigger living plus a knot
But I want stop until
I'm clutching my figures, you better move
(bitch)
Cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows
All the trouble I been through
Been so broke and embarrased couldn't
Afford a tooth brush fool
If it wasn't for my nigga Sherman Miller
Mexican D and great 'O
Offered me food when I was hungry
Plus a place to lay low
Runnin up and down Ridgevan
Slangin dimes and nickels
Performing for my hood niggas
Spittin rhymes and riddles
Forever stayin on our grind because of
The shine it give us and fuck jail
We can do however much time they give us
Everyday it's like I can't maintain
But still I feel I'm in
It for the same thing
All I ever wanted is just to get my change
Living strength is my only type of mind frame
It's in my blood, it's in my body
It's in my soul
Gettin' paper been so important since
I've been on my own
Don't nobody love me in this cold world
Fuck these bitches cause the hatred I
Got for my old girl
Is a motherfucker I ain't tryna hear it
I ain't tryna know ya
Unless you be a hustler tryna come
Up on some mo' bucks
I'm like a male-nun with a rail gun
I'm so focused on my mail son
Might need a bail bond fuck you bitches
I love my riches go get it forward march
Cannibal in these killing fields tired
Of hangin on this cross
Witness the JPrince runnin the south
Rap-A-Lot mafia like wide recievers cause we
All be runnin our route i'm goin long
It ain't no mercy for the
Weak better get strong
Cause it be crucializing everything that be
Goin on try to maintain
Cause if you don't they pop you, drop you
And leave you slain mayne
Win it just to stay in the game (mayne)
Association bring about simulation that's
What I witness
Kickin it with the jealous got
Me beggin for forgiveness
This record label presidental think
They live like me
Think they could jump in this rap
Game and survive like me
They living fantasies nigga tryna
Hold onto my name
But they can't sell records without
Me that's a godamn shame
Ho nigga get ya own hustle
Everytime I flex you cats in check
Cause you can't lift it
With you're on muscle, weak bitch!
Everytime I speak bitch niggas
Steadily be plottin
On removing me from my throne to
Throw me in the fuckin prison
But it's all good I can take
It cause I dish shit out
But me you've seen I'm havin things in
My dreams I can't get it out
God blessed the child that
Can double his fetti
Duckin and dodgin troubled times til
Troubled times come get me
I'm tryna get a big ass
Piece so leave me alone
And live a life where I can leave
Both of my pistols at home