Everyday
Niggas die every day
Still get paid every day
I'm a let it spray
You gone need an ashtray
Mold your head like cassius clay
Kill you on father's day
Gianway we pass the beltway
This bullet is a giveaway
Suit made from crochet
This is your whores day
Say whats sup to the hearsay
We're in the lords day
Hit him on the highway
Murder is not horseplay
When you'r in my crosshairs
You shouldn't cross here
I don't only floss their
I floss here
My brother paid the cost their
You don't understand
Then your lost here
You bald heads, lost hair
You know I'm the boss yeah
Then everything is gourmet
Been real before the doorway
You should of been around
When it was a giveaway
Now I'm spitting doomsday
These fools thinking they brave
Rappers getting killed every day
How we gone live today
You tell me this then ok
They're killing without delay
In this new order way
It's a few birds on the way
Keep em like the blue jays
After calcutta
Hit em like bombay
We were raised by the gun way
So die with what your mouth say
Mamma told you don't
Come in the house late
Mamma, I had to kill a snake
Protect the house and kill all fakes
Protect my interest
And all my stakes
Daddy was saying
Why would you be real around a fake
Tip toeing around the bag
Tell them what you want
Cause they're snakes
I know I'm offbeat
That's what it takes to kill a snake
Off the street with this new suede
Nigga I still get paid
Drowning in my sweat for a bitch
Nigga you can't even swim
How you gonna win
Cause the only time they catch a body
Is if somebody faints
Still get paid every day
I'm a let it spray
You gone need an ashtray
Mold your head like cassius clay
Kill you on father's day
Gianway we pass the beltway
This bullet is a giveaway
Suit made from crochet
This is your whores day
Say whats sup to the hearsay
We're in the lords day
Hit him on the highway
Murder is not horseplay
When you'r in my crosshairs
You shouldn't cross here
I don't only floss their
I floss here
My brother paid the cost their
You don't understand
Then your lost here
You bald heads, lost hair
You know I'm the boss yeah
Then everything is gourmet
Been real before the doorway
You should of been around
When it was a giveaway
Now I'm spitting doomsday
These fools thinking they brave
Rappers getting killed every day
How we gone live today
You tell me this then ok
They're killing without delay
In this new order way
It's a few birds on the way
Keep em like the blue jays
After calcutta
Hit em like bombay
We were raised by the gun way
So die with what your mouth say
Mamma told you don't
Come in the house late
Mamma, I had to kill a snake
Protect the house and kill all fakes
Protect my interest
And all my stakes
Daddy was saying
Why would you be real around a fake
Tip toeing around the bag
Tell them what you want
Cause they're snakes
I know I'm offbeat
That's what it takes to kill a snake
Off the street with this new suede
Nigga I still get paid
Drowning in my sweat for a bitch
Nigga you can't even swim
How you gonna win
Cause the only time they catch a body
Is if somebody faints
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Writer(s): Croesus Ecelugich
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