Everyday Struggle (James Carter, DFLV & Linne Remix)
I know how it feel to wake up ****** up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ******
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, ***** got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some ***** named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my ***** swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble
Everyday Struggle (James Carter, DFLV & Linne Remix)LRC歌词
[00:38.36]I know how it feel to wake up ****** up
[00:40.90]Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
[00:43.59]People look at you like youse the user
[00:45.64]Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
[00:48.39]But they don't know about your stress-filled day
[00:50.58]Baby on the way mad bills to pay
[00:52.76]That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
[00:55.44]and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ******
[00:58.23]I remember I was just like you
[00:59.91]Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
[01:02.65]Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
[01:04.55]I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
[01:07.27]She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
[01:09.53]Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
[01:11.98]Packed up my tools for my raw power move
[01:14.50]Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
[01:16.99]for chumps tryin to stop my flow
[01:19.26]And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
[01:21.76]Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
[01:24.07]Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
[01:26.47]Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
[01:28.83]for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
[01:31.12]Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
[01:33.83]You better have your gat in hand, cause man
[01:37.04]
[02:14.92]I had the master plan
[02:16.21]I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
[02:18.08]with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
[02:20.83]They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
[02:22.75]And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
[02:25.35]I got my honey on the Amtrak
[02:27.12]with the crack in the crack of her ass
[02:28.98]Two pounds of hash in the stash
[02:30.63]I wait for hon to make some quick cash
[02:33.96]I told her she could be Lieutenant, ***** got gassed
[02:36.18]At last, I'm literally loungin black
[02:38.42]Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
[02:41.01]Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
[02:43.49]Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
[02:45.66]See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
[02:47.97]Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
[02:50.36]Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
[02:52.94]We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
[02:55.15]Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
[02:57.57]by some ***** named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
[03:00.43]And my ***** swear to God she won't snitch
[03:02.45]I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
[03:05.20]Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
[03:07.18]Until then I looks out for the whole family
[03:09.64]A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble
[03:14.04]
