Everyday Struggle Lyrics

Everyday struggle

I'm in trouble

Packs in pockets

Move undercover

From a zero to a hundred

Made a promise

To make it out here

But I love it

And that's all that I grew up with

Rats and hustlers

Cash and drug shit

That's what I fuck with

So we're counting all the profit

Rocks in the socks and

Bucks in the closet

Pray for no cops man

Here's a finger for the system

Drug addicted

Either in prison

Or be a victim but

Yeah I see the vision

Some people sitting

For some moments

To feel as rich men

Yeah we hunting all the ceiling

So and our siblings

Can make a living

We don't want no children but

Yeah we want that building

It's fuck your feelings

I come from nothing

I want that million

I remember lies boy

Getting high boy

No nine to five boy

Live for the night boy

Another fight boy

Only problems

On my iPhone

That's why we ride boy

Another died boy

Another died boy

Another died boy

You start to cry boy

Just take your time boy

We'll be alright boy

Another died boy

We won't be alright boy

Now all we want is lambos, rolexes, two chains

Yeah we running, running, running away from the pain

Why most people with depression put it through the brain

Yeah these voices make insane, but these voices want a change

I remember everyday my homie try to hiding from the rain

Everyday another struggle, another struggle not to change

I'm sure there's another way than a train to get away

But I don't hate the fucking player man I hate the fucking game listen

Everyday struggle

I'm in trouble

Packs in pockets

Move undercover

From a zero to a hundred

Made a promise

To make it out here

But I love it

And that's all that I grew up with

Rats and hustlers

Cash and drug shit

That's what I fuck with

So we're counting all the profit

Rocks in the socks and

Bucks in the closet

Pray for no cops man

I would rather be dead than end up as one of these wannabe rappers

You wannabes wanna be better than come to me, run a beat

We're gonna see your bum to me, no honestly I'm running this shit like it's 100 me's

Next summer we don't give a fuck who's in front of me, either you're in my way or under me

Cause I don't go back to the packs in the backpack

Flashbacks back where I wished to put that gat to my head

Go rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat

Hundreds on the side

No ending of the ride

There's when you realize

That you're living in the

Everyday struggle

I'm in trouble

Packs in pockets

Move undercover

From a zero to a hundred

Made a promise

To make it out here

But I love it

And that's all that I grew up with

Rats and hustlers

Cash and drug shit

That's what I fuck with

So we're counting all the profit

Rocks in the socks and

Bucks in the closet

Pray for no cops man