Trae Tha Truth - Everyday lyrics

[Verse 1: Z-Ro] My n***a Redd been a**isting me with holdin my head But I can't focus cause so many n***as in the street owe me some bread And it been f**in' 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(b**h) Cause I be bustin my n***a 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 n***a 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 nickles Performing for my hood n***as spittin rhymes and riddles Forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us And f** jail, we deal however much time they give us [Hook: Trae - repeat 2X] 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 [Verse 2: Z-Ro] 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 f** these b**hes cause the hatred I got for my old girl Is a motherf**er 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 f** you b**hes, I love my riches go get it forward march Cannibal in these k**ing fields tired of hangin on this cross Witness the J.Prince 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) [Hook] [Verse 3: Z-Ro] 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 n***a tryna hold onto my name But they can't sell records without me that's a godamn shame Ho n***a get ya own hustle, everytime I flex you cats in check Cause you can't lift it with you're on muscle, weak b**h! Everytime I speak b**h n***as steadily be plottin On removing me from my throne to throw me in the f**in prison But it's all good I can take it cause I dish sh** 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 a** piece so leave me alone And live a life where I can leave both of my pistols at home [Hook] - repeat to end