Z-ro - Same Everyday lyrics

(*talking*) Man, same everyday, wake up, gotta get it Trying to get it baby [Hook] It's the same everyday, everyday is the same Running up and down the block, chasing change And off a million faces, there be a seven year case So we gotta be careful, when we slang [Z-Ro] It's the same everyday, I gotta get up and get it Trying to keep the lights on, and avoid getting evicted Cause the landlord tripping, want me out of the house Thinking it's nothing but that hard, coming out of the house And it is I can't get a job, cause I'm an ex convict All day I sell crack, not with but the bomb sh** My spot hotter, than a motherf**ing stove But if I can't recognize, your face shop close I got uppers, downers, whatever you need I got them wholesales, for n***as that wanna be And when the drought come in, Z-Ro gon go to the stash I'm in and out of season hustling, addicted to cash I don't hustle for the fame, I don't hustle for the shine Cause that's where a alot of motherf**ers, be doing time Not me, I gotta stay free Cause if I'm locked up, can't nobody pay me [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] Gotta feel me mama, I ain't trying to balla I ain't gotta follow, plus I'm on the hunt for the dolla Going through the drama, daily Cause you realize, that the street pays me What lately you been giving in, to the sinning of your kid In and in women friends, getting trained in your den Yep since daddy left, and granddaddy left I been left with the stress, of the shelf At the age of sixteen, my judgment was afreered And for my 18th birthday, they sent the blue wern I mean the blue warrant, my past pride's current While my attitude's a middle finger, they don't know what I've endured It's hell riding candy no license, uninsured Pulled over to the curb, where's the weed and the syrup But I'm staying on my note, yep perfecting is with time Since I'm a boss hap, I use paper, pen in mine [Hook - 2x] [Mussilini] We got rich white guys on h**ne, snorting We go to jail for stones, but they can leagallize abortion Extortion, money laundering and inbroan Who the hell gon do time for jobs, lost at World Com This year America's f**ed up, D-Black and Jono got time I'm grabbing a phone, it cost a dime I'm bout to put this land in line, y'all don't Feel going, y'all feel bills and crime So here's my mind, plus a toilet for a dookie Seven C sale, Mussilini best boochie Ignorance is bliss, so you better call Calvin sh** I can't duck fly, for the whole damn album My life is a near, and turbulence is here Body full of wounds, I think them folks got the spill The land of the lost, but I'm lost in this land Trying to make a future out this corn in my hand, man [Hook - 2x]