Ransom - Everyday lyrics

(Verse) I'm too vain to be the soul, but the soul, that's embeded Got me workin' in this cold but he's so level headed Hash tent these accents, it's movin' the gla**es I'm throwin' n***a, suit you up and throw you in caskets In twelve years of denim, now the streets got 'im locked His daddy throw his rottin', same n***as got 'im popped A sip of Hennessy, enemies on the watch Been with n***as in the streets, since he neva had his pops Mike Tyson vs. Ali, if that woulda happen Take my first trip to Sharlem, man, the jointin' was happenin' n***as rottin' with the gators, but the haters were snappin' Harder is now than laters if they neighbors is trappin' Oh, God, I kick them in the a** and take my foot out I'm just handlin' my business while they b**hes puttin' out If a n***a neva seen and if n***as make the team Havin' up they hopes and dreams, garbage they be puttin' out We wore black in the back of the herse I'mma get you snatch music like I'm snatchin' a purse All my life I was beaten like the pa**ion of the Christ I'm collectin' from the play in the back of the church Aw (Hook) n***as die everyday so we drink the pain away But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of sh** to say n***as die everyday so we drink the pain away But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of sh** to say (Verse 2) I tell these n***as stop wildin' you're too young Cause they don't listen to they mama's It all depends on where you hearin that truth from We starvin' in these streets so we sharing a few crumbs We mobbin on these beats, hear that snare and new drum I be hearin' that news come, a young boy shot down the street Where his crew hung, his momma on his coffin screamin' he's too young The weight upon her chest is feelin' like two tons So I pray for her two sons They still breathin', we still heathens For real reason, we breathe deep but we still weezin' Chasin' money is my only curse Shed a tear on the hood of my uncle Tony's Herds So ya know it hurt You should get to know me first before you pa** judgement Huh, hung as ever my momma's last husband I ? sat there cuz my dad wasn't Man, f** it, I don't even wanna talk about it I'm goin' thru it but my momma tell me Randy you should walk around it It's kinda deep the way it sought to sound I'm more astounded by the street glory Them noisy neighbors and the police on me My n***as in the sky, that's rest in the peace on me Real n***as cry when I tell em these street stories Handle my beef for me, I tell em and they fire for me Chain of command, that's the higher hierarchy, come and f** with me (Hook x2) n***as die everyday so we drink the pain away But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of sh** to say n***as die everyday so we drink the pain away But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of sh** to say