Everyday

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 shit 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, kill it, bin it
Razor blade words, like grab your head and trim it
Teryo Flow- Kill 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 nigga, 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

[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)

[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- Nigga no
Words flyin' out my dome
[Inaudible muttering] Nigga [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]