Chavis Chandler - Everyday Struggle lyrics

[Intro – DJ Premier scratching] Hip-hop Hip-hop Struggle-, struggle-, struggle to survive [Verse 1 – Royce da 5’9″] I had nightmares of Joe Budden arguing with Lil’ Yachty Division between artists, party until we sorry that we parting That young man the same age my son is He just on fire right now, same way that my gun is They this a profession, do amateurs get rejected? When Shady made his hit record, could Canibus accept it? Nah, time just repeating itself, ’97 just was reckless Now it’s just bigger checks and now it’s n----s with dresses Those who got problems with flows, they can pull up on us I told Preme we gotta give those “What In The F--k” moments This hip-hop, all of the purists be too opinionated You like it, you d--k-riding, not a fan of it, then you hating You getting interviewed by Vlad, you either telling a story that’s incriminating Or Lord Jamar, (what?) discriminating But white privilege do exist, I agree though Labels used to tell you what’s popular, now it’s VEVO All they argue ’bout now is who is the hottest Migo Pac and Biggie wasn’t just artists, they were our heroes As far as years, I’ve been out here moving for 10-plus ‘Cause I’m about the youth moving, not about “Them against us” [Hook/Chorus – Royce da 5’9″] Instead of wanting to change everything about me How come you can’t just be the change that you want to see? You can question whatever you want but never my hustle Or my everyday struggle, my everyday struggle Everybody that’s complaining about it not an OG If you ain’t dropping j**els or giving knowledge to me How can I even respect you? Better yet, how can I trust you? That’s my everyday struggle, my everyday struggle [Intro – DJ Premier scratching] Hip-hop Hip-hop [Post-Hook/Chorus – Royce da 5’9″] B-----s and alcohol, that’s my everyday struggle Getting rid of packs of raw, that’s my everyday struggle [Verse 2 – Chavis Chandler] Fresh out the frying pan, right into the hands of a billion Both my parents in jail and I got grams I could sell ya When I was in boarding school, I was bored as hell But I learned that the key of life for me was to unlock the door to Hell My skateboard trail leads to dishonest living Designer s--t I’m just tryna get it, just tryna fit in, uhh I’m just tryna get it, just tryna fit in