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letra de everyday - a-1 (rap)

a1:
[intro]
yeah this is (is, is)
(everyday) a1- everyday remix
the devil ain’t touchin’ me
everyday

[hook]
everyday i gotta hustle, everyday i gotta shine (i gotta shine)
i wake up every morning with money on my mind
i gotta push my verte, i gotta drop my top (everyday)
i gotta check my trap, i gotta hit my block (everyday)
oooh every-everyday, oooh every-everyday
i gotta push my verte, i gotta drop my top (everyday)
i gotta check my trap, i gotta hit my block (everyday)

[verse 1]
tryna bring the brothers back (everyday)
i am writin’ every single day- till i get paid
its a memory of every single beat that i’ve seen
and you don’t have to tell me to change it i know that
i’m gettin’ in the game and i hope i can bring – back
but i need to get known back
this game is survival of the fittest
considerin’ this sh-t i’m turnin’ rags up into riches
think jordan woulda’ been here if he didn’t score swishes?
messi got cut, cus’ he was a midget
mad pitch to the left wing, better switch it
conagious beat. catch it, k!ll it, bin it
razor blade words, like grab your head and trim it
teryo flow- k!ll it

wanna be a block kid, puffin’ on cigars
(i’m) not a block kid they spend life behind bars
never have to shoot but i know i’ll be a star
imma spit five shots n-gga, this ain’t iraq
but i told ya, i’m a soldier
not a glock, i got a clock in my holster
it’s time for the beginning
(hip hop dead)
(hip hop dead)
fyfr- deal with your singing

[2pac]
right now i don’t even wish to be the best
i just wanna be one of them

[a1]
right now i don’t even wish to be the best
i just wanna be one of them

[verse 2]
money’s immortal- whatever gets me paid
i started for my mum and that’s how it remains
year ago i used to write it an’ play it
went from that to now- i’m writing everyday
been struggling through the rain with visions of a brighter day
too attached to rap, dunno which way to go
can’t hold back, so much pressure
i know that i have to blow
you think i’m joking- n-gga no
words flyin’ out my dome
[inaudible muttering] n-gga [inaudible muttering]
go hard or go home
go hard or go home
flying to he top i let the wind take the real heart
still heart of stone
fusing into one that i call my own
livin’ in a concrete jungle that i have to call my home
creamed down there- bugsy malone
britain’s got talent- yeah that i done shown
differently to them you can still get your liver pulled
(how?)
[inaudible mutter]

- a 1 rap

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