A-1 - Everyday lyrics

A1: [Intro] Yeah this is (is, is) (Everyday) A1- Everyday Remix The devil ain't touchin' me EVERYDAY [Hook] Everyday I gotta hustle, everyday I gotta shine (I gotta shine) I wake up every morning with money on my mind I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday) Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday) [Verse 1] Tryna bring the brothers back (Everyday) I am writin' every single day- Till I get paid Its a memory of every single beat that I've seen And you don't have to tell me to change it I know that I'm gettin' in the game and I hope I can bring - back But I need to get known back This game is survival of the fittest Considerin' this sh** I'm turnin' rags up into riches Think Jordan woulda' been here if he didn't score swishes? Messi got cut, cus' he was a midget Mad pitch to the left wing, better switch it Conagious beat. Catch it, k** it, bin it Razor blade words, like grab your head and trim it Teryo Flow- k** it Wanna be a block kid, puffin' on cigars (I'm) not a block kid they spend life behind bars Never have to shoot but I know I'll be a star Imma spit five shots n***a, this ain't Iraq But I told ya, I'm a soldier Not a Glock, I got a clock in my holster It's time for the beginning (HIP HOP DEAD) (HIP HOP DEAD) FYFR- Deal with your singing [Hook] Everyday I gotta hustle, everyday I gotta shine (I gotta shine) I wake up every morning with money on my mind I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday) Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday) I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday) [2Pac] Right now I don't even wish to be the best I just wanna be one of them [A1] Right now I don't even wish to be the best I just wanna be one of them [Verse 2] Money's immortal- whatever gets me paid I started for my mum and that's how it remains Year ago I used to write it an' play it Went from that to now- I'm writing everyday Been struggling through the rain with visions of a brighter day Too attached to rap, dunno which way to go Can't hold back, so much pressure I know that I have to blow You think I'm joking- n***a no Words flyin' out my dome [Inaudible muttering] n***a [Inaudible muttering] Go hard or go home Go hard or go home Flying to he top I let the wind take the real heart Still heart of stone Fusing into one that I call my own Livin' in a concrete jungle that I have to call my home Creamed down there- Bugsy Malone Britain's Got Talent- Yeah that I done shown Differently to them you can still get your liver pulled (How?) [Inaudible Mutter]