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skrapz - everyday lyrics

[intro]
big boy skrapz, the one and only
csb, icb
(atg music)
check me out
boom

[verse 1]
ayo, i’ve always been a cut above the rest (yep)
i stay fresh to death (yeah)
i’ve been ghost for a sec, now i’m back like i never left (nah, i’m back)
and i’ve been in the street like i haven’t got an address
and when i’m getting bags, it don’t mean that i haven’t slept
i’ve got my money correct (yeah)
keep my women in check (trust)
it’s just my baby mudda and feds giving me stress
but f-ck it, i ain’t worried ’bout nuttin’, i know i’m blessed (i know i’m blessed)
big guns, money, and drugs, you know the rest (yeah)
i live my life on the edge (yep)
they know the way i step
they gotta send the gun police when they radio my reg’
that’s why i switch my cars on the regs
ain’t it funny how i use my rearview to stay one step ahead? (boom)
i play the game like it’s chess
put these n-ggas in check (check)
more time i’ve got my burner on deck (trust)
i’m a g, nuttin’ more, nuttin’ less (nuttin’ more, nuttin’ less)
i don’t breathe with the last ones left
someone tell them p-ssies not to forget

[chorus]
everyday i’m getting closer to my dreams
can’t stop, i’ve got a family to feed (everyday we gotta eat)
nine-to-five, or hustling in these streets
do what’s necessary by any means (everyday we gotta eat)
everyday i’m getting closer to my dreams
can’t stop, i’ve got a family to feed (everyday we gotta eat)
nine-to-five, or hustling in these streets
do what’s necessary by any means (yo)

[verse 2]
anyone that doesn’t listen must learn (learn)
the tables get turned (turned)
make the .45 sing like usher and make it burn (let it burn)
and even though they call me a rapper, i’m not concerned (nah)
i still drop a pack on a n-gga like big worm
and all this money i earned (boom), i got what i deserve (trust)
these n-ggas weren’t around when i was standin’ on the curb (no they weren’t)
i hustle from the 1st to the 1st
at the age of 14, i was in my school shirt selling mash (i was [?])
and now i fly birds
and i ain’t made a mil but i’m definitely on the verge (yeah)
i could be doing better and i could be doing worse (real talk)
i’ve got some dirty money that i can’t put in the bank so i buried it in the dirt (escobar)
i put a quarter brick on the fire and let it twerk (let it twerk)
riding dirty so i ain’t stopping for any search
all i do is stay alive and alert
gotta keep a plan b just in case my plan a doesn’t work (just in case)

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