Everyday Was

[Verse 1: Black Milk] It's that overdose daily No if, and, buts or maybes Have you addicted like that shit my auntie smoked in the 80s Auntie Tricia, what up, I see you still live and maintain raw So I rep it, spit raw, spit hard as the veins in your arms Reminisce back on the innocence Back when the money was limited Before we had stacks, before we had racks Before we had raps on the internet We was in class driving the teacher crazy, hoping the bell rung soon Before labels we banged on tables Inside that school lunchroom, doom Only one that graduated but still hung outside school Was cool with the dropouts Didn't want to work around the clock from 9-5 Just to clock in and clock out Some niggas had packed things and sold it to crack fiends Some niggas had dope wrote in their notepad but couldn't turn it to rap dreams But I did what I had to Had to stash that cash up under that mattress Hoping that a few years later, sooner than later I could put moms in that mansion Back up against that wall Back in the trap where nigga feel trapped in Either you a hustler, either you a dopeman Or you got the muscle in the hood like Conan Wrack em, sack em (whoop whoop) Play cool when the cops roll past em If you heard that (whoop) you knew they were hopping that fence so the cops wouldn't grab em Some of the visions we saw, some of the sounds we heard Left that scar on the brain And the bars, and the verse, and the words and the Hearse [Chorus: Melanie Rutherford] It's just a different way of living Ohh I knew the hand that I was given Hustle, up early in the morning Grind on the way, on the way Talking bout death around the corner Hoping that we don't meet soon Hell Below [Verse 2: Black Milk] So when you waiting on those days of fortune Unfortunately yo, that wait is torture Like holding breath under water, you're the Star a million miles away, just a Mile away Almost got got on a holiday, but he got away What you think they troubled for? Didn't grow up comfortable Or comfy as the lives of Cosby's and Clair Huxtables Need a couple grand in they hand put the handgun To the next man, grandma live longer than grandson [Chorus: Melanie Rutherford] It's just a different way of living Ohh I knew the hand that I was given Hustle, up early in the morning Grind on the way, on the way Talking bout death around the corner Hoping that we don't meet soon Hell Below