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Anyday |
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(Verse 1) |
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Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough |
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I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff |
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You think its hell where you at |
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Shit its hell on the streets |
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You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat |
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Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff |
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Thinking I'm lost laying down |
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Sex for trips and stuff |
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I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things, |
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We had major names even on the minor things |
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Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up |
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You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks |
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But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough |
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I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff |
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Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me |
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And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me |
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But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real |
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Holding you down until you back on the field |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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Feels like I do |
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I feel when feeling down |
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In the ground feeling down |
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It can be most anyday |
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(Verse 2) |
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Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds |
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I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down |
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Got the kids to take care its hard out here |
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And its tearing my heart to play my part out here |
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I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years |
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And your bid make me feel like I got the chair |
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But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own |
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Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone |
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Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome |
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What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone |
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Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer |
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Got me X-ing off days on the calendar |
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I miss loading the glock so you could control the block |
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I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock |
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Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o |
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You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go |
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Chorus |
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(Verse 3) |
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I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder |
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Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over |
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So you ring your broads while you locked away |
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I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play |
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See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice |
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I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice |
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Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate |
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Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight |
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I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands |
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From a six and a mansion to beating the sands |
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Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take |
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All-savage and stuff |
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Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch |
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Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch |
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Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key |
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A minute then heist and stuff |
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If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes |
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If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums |
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Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds |
