Anyday

[Verse 1]

Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough

I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff

You think its hell where you at

Shit its hell on the streets

You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat

Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff

Thinking I'm lost laying down

Sex for trips and stuff

I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things,

We had major names even on the minor things

Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up

You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks

But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough

I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff

Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me

And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me

But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real

Holding you down until you back on the field

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Feels like I do

I feel when feeling down

In the ground feeling down

It can be most anyday

[Verse 2]

Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds

I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down

Got the kids to take care its hard out here

And its tearing my heart to play my part out here

I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years

And your bid make me feel like I got the chair

But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own

Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone

Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome

What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone

Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer

Got me X-ing off days on the calendar

I miss loading the glock so you could control the block

I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock

Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o

You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go

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[Verse 3]

I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder

Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over

So you ring your broads while you locked away

I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play

See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice

I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice

Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate

Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight

I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands

From a six and a mansion to beating the sands

Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take

All-savage and stuff

Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch

Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch

Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key

A minute then heist and stuff

If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes

If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums

Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds