Everyday Struggle Lyrics

It's a everyday struggle but I move forward

Making money in my sleep and when I'm bored

When I miss a shot I get it off the board

And go hard up in the paint I always seem to score

They heard it's Kadin on the boards and started doing chores

Making more got foreign bitches calling mi amor

I don't even really rap I'm just hitting record

Them thugs ain't really tough they sweet as candy stores

I put people in position so my people winning

See the people with me balling they was there from beginning

I just play it by my vision this was never scripted

Full speed no brakes I think your engine missing

Say you started from the bottom, me too

So if I reach the top I'm finna bring you

And if you reach the top you better bring me

Clear vision I could see it all in 3D

I ain't gotta be a thug I gotta whole bag

Ima give this shit my all I ain't gonna hold back

Rich ways quick pace fuck slow cash

Tryna be like Chris cash he a bold man

It's a everyday struggle but I move forward

Making money in my sleep and when I'm bored

When I miss a shot I get it off the board

And go hard up in the paint I always seem to score

They heard it's Kadin on the boards and started doing chores

Making more got foreign bitches calling mi amor

I don't even really rap I'm just hitting record

Them thugs ain't really tough they sweet as candy stores

I only care about my job don't tell me about my flaws

I ain't in to spending money unless it's for a cause

Remember people acted funny when I worked with lots

We brought 40 down to Napa we were getting tossed

I had to burst my own bubbles just to get out the struggle

My stomach used to rumble now I'm with the jungle

Chris handed me the rock and told me not to fumble

Since then we locked in and ran up hella bundles

Press play accelerate, the peddle to the floor

Where I'm from I'm the goat I put my people on

Bank account lookin great I see a lot of zeros

Did a lot of get back I'm a hometown hero

It's a everyday struggle but I move forward

Making money in my sleep and when I'm bored

When I miss a shot I get it off the board

And go hard up in the paint I always seem to score

They heard it's Kadin on the boards and started doing chores

Making more got foreign bitches calling mi amor

I don't even really rap I'm just hitting record

Them thugs ain't really tough they sweet as candy stores