J Hus - Everyday lyrics

[Chorus: Baseman] I go hard for my n***as Go hard for my famo and I do that sh** like everyday I go hard for the p's Get it in by any means and I do that sh** like everyday Like p**y n***a I can read you And to all them new friends I don't need you And if you see me in my hood, I can wear any colour that I want Cause my squad knows I bleed blue [Verse 1: Baseman] I'm from the 7th, I can show you how my dargs move Stand your ground like there's nowhere to run to Sip double cups, my b**hes hold cups too My ting's got big cups too No love for a snitch and a loose lip Just a beam and some fiends and a few sticks Any time, any place, we can do this If the n***as want beef, tell them 'chew this' Cos my life's like a movie I'm rolling with the 9's n***as talking reckless we let the ting rise Looking too suave baby I'm not tryina fight All I'm tryna say is 'can I be your man for the night' But fam I can't lie, yeah I've done some f**ery Cause I've been through f**ery, only God can judge me I'm from a place where you can hold a slug for your bredrin And take man for a fool? I can't let him Like f** that I can't let him When I see him, bare shots I'm a send him Coming from the 7th, we apply pressure Call the ref when I slide, I'm a leave him on the stretcher n***as are pathetic You know I'm gon' eat like gourmet For the p's I'll be chilling near your place Me and my hittas in the whip, posted all day Hit the lick then we split the P's four ways [Chorus] [Verse 2: J Hus] (Hustler baby) I'm from London City Where your day one friends could be paigons tomorrow The devil came around and my soul got borrowed She called and I followed, and she just swallows She gives me head in the shower I think she's brainwashed All she wants is the money and the fame All I need is the money That's why I'm out here everyday, everyday Feeling like Shabba, Mr Loverman She gives me ucky then she tells me that she loves her man Me, I don't understand I've got my mind on the money, gave my heart to the hustle I need more than a couple grand Who needs love when you've got mula? Who needs friends when you've got burners? It's the same sh** everyday The devil keeps begging to stay And the trouble keeps heading my way [Chorus]