57th Street Rogue Dog Villians - Everyday Life lyrics

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57th Street Rogue Dog Villians - Everyday Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Short Nitty] Everyday's a but one day I rise over yesterday Pray my stress away In search of a better days Nitty got hell to pay if rap doesn't sell They say young black males today are only a cell decay Never prevail they relayed into hell I say Midwest me to my my mail each day Nothing left to do at 26 I'm through If common since ain't turning my petty dollars into mints Its senseless too relentless to come out of this penniless Life with out focus is meaningless Everyday living is cool But who knows if paying dues Could turn straight fools into major made dudes Hommies told me it was cold when I wrote it So I quoted Only get what's so sold to em The rest is just told to em Any day and everyday Regardless of what my critics say Papers to be made Short Nitty's out on a chase Erase thoughts of failure I tell ya this Rottweiler Is focused on any and every measure Hustling day and night Gambling life like dice Turning my wrongs to rights I'm Hyped THIS IS MY EVERYDAY LIFE!!! [Verse 2:Ahmad Bakarii] This is my everyday life to see poverty and struggle Live life incognito and be all about that hustle Criminalistic wicked everyday So it's pointless so I point this Let em flank to that joint-less Its just the everyday way of a young black male Telling them tales coming to raise hell With Nitty,Scoob my cartel that never fail Fully regrouped be all about that mail Then purchase me a coop strap Rubber bands on my stacks Can't relaxed pack them heaters Chop them busters like a lumber jack These murder facts come from real situations God forgive us we just hogs forever on paper chasin Lace my nikes stay posted cuz these n***as shisty And you can hear that lama scream when I grip it tightly Everyday, Everyday, the same sh** Everyday 23rd day of May born Michael Anthony They after me so I'm a bail to that capture me [Hook] Everyday Everyday Everyday Everyday So much money to made these days So many ways to get paid these days [Verse 3: Big Scoob] Its just my everyday life, I just my everyday life Everyday is just another struggle so I continue to hustle And if I don't bubble man Imma need a muzzle Man this dogs out the cage enraged with my twelve gauge Hunting for them better days not giving f** if I die today Not gettin no love anyway This b**h is where I play and make my pay I'm life my father so they say but anyway I'm a heartless insane ghetto hoodlum(H.I.G.H.L.A.N.D) That's how I'm livin man my soul is what I'm given While I'm barely missing prison and these n***as want me missing That's the stresses that I'm dealing with that hater sh** f** a b**h and enemies and envy

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