Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everyday, artist - Z-Ro. Date of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everyday |
| My nigga Redd been assisting me with holdin my head |
| but I can’t focuse cause so many niggaz in the street owe me some bread |
| and if you fuckin’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 new mansion, and my yacht |
| might take alittle time for me to see bigger living (??) or not |
| but I want stop until I’m touchin my figures, you better move (bitch) |
| cause I be bustin my nigga 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 nigga Sherman Miller, me and great 'O |
| offered me food when I was hungry, plus a place to lay low |
| runnin up and down Houston slangin dimes and nickles |
| performing for my hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles |
| forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us and fuck jail, we didn’t care how much time they give us 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 |
| 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 |
| fuck these bitches 'cause the hatred I got for my old girl |
| is a motherfucker 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 I need a bail bond |
| fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march |
| cannibal in these killing 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) |
| Association bring about stimulation 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 nigga tryna hold onto my name |
| but they can’t sell records without me that’s a godamn shame |
| hoe nigga get ya roll up, everytime I flex you cats in check |
| cause you can’t lift it with you’re on muscle, weak bitch! |
| everytime I speak bitch niggaz steadily be plottin |
| on removing me from my throne to throw me in the fuckin prison |
| but it’s all good I can take it cause I dish shit 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 trouble cops and trouble times come get me |
| I’m tryna get a big ass piece so leave me alone |
| and live a life where I can leave both of my pistols at home |
| — repeat to end |