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letra de every single day - smk

[verse 1]
now let me break it down, pimpin’, from down south, getting cheese like rats
got more than what they get, you wanna jack? n-gga bet
i’ll bet you’ll want me hit you with something that you will never forget
them ghetto rules’ll keep a ignorant n-gga in pocket
now you headed for nothing, and if you live by the ghetto, n-gga die by the street
it’s your m-th-f-ckin’ decision of where you gon’ be
when the sh-t jumps off and hits the fan, it’s outta my mouth
you all know what i’m talkin’ ’bout, cause in the dirty south, we takin’ care of business
so all the other bullsh-t, we ain’t hеarin’ it
don’t be expectin’ no drama flowin’ unlеss it be the bullet flowin’ from a gat
you try to ride with it, without a saddle with it, you better quit it, violate it, tears who think you died with it, a hundred miles and running with it
brothers better keep they cool before it be another execution
another point for the home team, slice sh-t like guillotine
you m-th-f-ckers know what i mean, you say you blastin’?
well, realize a n-gga blastin’ back! i kinda hate it gotta be like that
but if the heat jumps off and blows this way, f-ck it!
n-ggas on thug, plan with yo duckin’

[chorus] (x2)
every single day is just the same thing:
tryna get up out my hustle, make a little money, mane

[verse 2]
i’m just a n-gga trying to have some sh-t, but haters keep on knocking me, why in the f-ck they wanna bother me?
cause i ain’t did nothin’ to n0body, but if somebody wanna creep on my block, there’ll be a dead body
in the path of a probable mind, they keep me on the grind, stick up my nine, yeah, you die for that
consider this to you: how many b-tches wanna die like that?
and in the picture, they’ll make me trip for you, i feel good for you
livin’ in the city, get set, but never get caught dead without a vest
too many n-ggas out there want what you got, too many n-ggas that wanna fight for it, but not enough willing to die for it, i know you wanna go for it, but in the end what you got to show for it?
all for money, all for that green sh-, pick one n-gga, you better get a grip
you better exhale before it’s too late to inhale when the outcome is “oh well”
i know times are crucial in the streets, n-gga do what he have to do to eat
but you better pick or watch, you bleach your tape
hope could show, you better realize your life’s at stake
[chorus / outro] (x8)
every single day is just the same thing:
tryna get up out my hustle, make a little money, mane

- smk

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