Me Everyday
This me ereyday
Nah I ain't even go hold y'all boys
Fuck what you heard this me ereyday
Fuck what you on this me ereyday
If it ain't wavy then keep it at bay
Either you with me or you in the way
You in the way
So fuck what you heard this me ereyday
Me ereyday
So fuck what you on
This me ereyday look
And never been ordinary like the sample say aye
One monkey don't stop shows I know ample apes
With them rambo drakes look
We ain't go fan those flames but me shh
I be in the kitchen trying to cook up what the plan go take
Fuck whoever doubt yeah we planned for the hate
It was mc chickens but we planned for the steak
Life move fast but I planned on a race
Planned of a rate of everything priceless
Ain't always right but I'm righteous
And I ain't go put on no fake shit
Til I'm up the submariner's iceless
Dark times now enlightenment
I den been there befo
I ain't have nare befo
Hard times had my share befo
But still I never tried to fake it to make it
I don't front on tough shit
I don't fake my gangsta
Only thing I pop is bans off the paper
Good weed good anejo no chaser
This me ereyday
Nah I ain't even go hold you
Foreal shit I mean
Fuck what you heard this me ereyday
Fuck what you on this me ereyday
If it ain't wavy then keep it at bay
Either you with me or you in the way
You in the way
So fuck what you heard this me ereyday me ereyday
So fuck what you on
I moved to LA
But still on my back is Detroit vs Everybody yeah
It's just Gucci now I den got me some pape yeah
Tommy den motivated me
The wallet Shinola made it in the city I'm from
Ain't Louis but fuck with they say
Still its the home team when I'm away
Raising a king and one on the way
Chasing a dream and woke I'm awake
Ain't no slicing the pie shit I won't the cake
E85 I roll it and bake
Thrilla say try the zucapa it taste
Smooth as some henny but dark liquor
Bring the dog out a nigga I ain't go play
Yankee candle lit up in the stu
Yankees Jeeter in the booth
Making hits all I knew
All I ever aimed to do
Was be great like the wu
Chris wallace pac too
But learned that you gotta be you
So this me ereyday
Nah I ain't even go hold you
Fuck what you heard this me ereyday
This shit me ereyday
Fuck what you on this me ereyday
Nah I ain't even go hold y'all boys
Fuck what you heard this me ereyday
Fuck what you on this me ereyday
If it ain't wavy then keep it at bay
Either you with me or you in the way
You in the way
So fuck what you heard this me ereyday
Me ereyday
So fuck what you on
This me ereyday look
And never been ordinary like the sample say aye
One monkey don't stop shows I know ample apes
With them rambo drakes look
We ain't go fan those flames but me shh
I be in the kitchen trying to cook up what the plan go take
Fuck whoever doubt yeah we planned for the hate
It was mc chickens but we planned for the steak
Life move fast but I planned on a race
Planned of a rate of everything priceless
Ain't always right but I'm righteous
And I ain't go put on no fake shit
Til I'm up the submariner's iceless
Dark times now enlightenment
I den been there befo
I ain't have nare befo
Hard times had my share befo
But still I never tried to fake it to make it
I don't front on tough shit
I don't fake my gangsta
Only thing I pop is bans off the paper
Good weed good anejo no chaser
This me ereyday
Nah I ain't even go hold you
Foreal shit I mean
Fuck what you heard this me ereyday
Fuck what you on this me ereyday
If it ain't wavy then keep it at bay
Either you with me or you in the way
You in the way
So fuck what you heard this me ereyday me ereyday
So fuck what you on
I moved to LA
But still on my back is Detroit vs Everybody yeah
It's just Gucci now I den got me some pape yeah
Tommy den motivated me
The wallet Shinola made it in the city I'm from
Ain't Louis but fuck with they say
Still its the home team when I'm away
Raising a king and one on the way
Chasing a dream and woke I'm awake
Ain't no slicing the pie shit I won't the cake
E85 I roll it and bake
Thrilla say try the zucapa it taste
Smooth as some henny but dark liquor
Bring the dog out a nigga I ain't go play
Yankee candle lit up in the stu
Yankees Jeeter in the booth
Making hits all I knew
All I ever aimed to do
Was be great like the wu
Chris wallace pac too
But learned that you gotta be you
So this me ereyday
Nah I ain't even go hold you
Fuck what you heard this me ereyday
This shit me ereyday
Fuck what you on this me ereyday
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Writer(s): Chelson Strong
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