Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everyday Struggle , by - PRhyme. Release date: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Everyday Struggle |
| Hip-hop |
| Hip-hop |
| Struggle-, struggle-, struggle to survive |
| I had nightmares of Joe Budden arguin' with Lil' Yachty |
| Division between artists, party until we sorry that we partin' |
| 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 repeatin' itself, '97 just was reckless |
| Now it’s just bigger checks and now it’s niggas with dresses |
| Those who got problems with flows, they can pull up on us |
| I told Preme we gotta give those «What In The Fuck» moments |
| This hip-hop, all of the purists be too opinionated |
| You like it, you dick-ridin', not a fan of it, then you hatin' |
| You gettin' interviewed by Vlad |
| You either tellin' a story that’s incriminatin' |
| Or Lord Jamar, (what?) discriminatin' |
| 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 movin' for 10-plus |
| 'Cause I’m about the youth movin', not about «Them against us» |
| Instead of wantin' 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 complainin' about it not an OG |
| If you ain’t droppin' jewels or givin' knowledge to me |
| How can I even respect you? |
| Better yet, how can I trust you? |
| That’s my everyday struggle, my everyday struggle |
| Hip-hop |
| Hip-hop |
| Bitches and alcohol, that’s my everyday struggle |
| Gettin' rid of packs of raw, that’s my everyday struggle |
| Fresh out the fryin' pan, right into the hands of rebellion |
| Both my parents in jail and I got grams I could sell ya |
| When I was in boardin' 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 livin' |
| Designer shit I’m just tryna get it, just tryna fit in, uhh |
| I’m just tryna get it, just tryna fit in |