Everyday

[Verse 1: Whitney Peyton] Listen It's evident I'm better than you ever said I'll be You better step directly, better yet just never mention me Unless you want the extra beef, you best believe I dead the beat That effortlessly rest in peace Impress 'em, then I press repeat Uh, gimme my dues, you didn't hеar that I'm the shit? I came to bring you the nеws I ain't the one, some two-timers got your numerals confused She likes the way I'm ramen, so I get oodles of noods You better chew all your food before you chokin' while you hatin' I've seen every situation from the fakers' conversations to the critics' ravin' I was center stage, they said I'd never make it Flagrant information, now they beg for invitations Save it [Chorus: Whitney Peyton] I was knocked down nearly every day Dusted off my crown nearly every day Turned it all around, yeah I found a way Never paid attention, now you checkin' for me every day Hold up I glowed up, now they all show love Every day Hold up, I show up and the place goes nuts Every day [Verse 2: Jahred from (hed) P.E] We get to work on time, like every day (Work) No days off, we grind every day (Grind) Murder, murder in America every day Hold off, smoke up every day, all-day I'm insecure, paranoid and it's not okay I still get up and go to war, every fucking day Nothing can stop my forward motion tho', fuck out the way (Inertia) Suicidal, bad brains, I got that PMA (Okay) You got issues (You trippin', trippin') That cap is DOA (Dead) Standard issues while you hatin' (Hatin'), the fuck out the way (The fuck out the way) Put your hate away (Put your hate away) before I get you hurt Don't throw it all away, we do this every day When it's time I'ma die with my eyes wide open But not yet - I'm breathing, I'm chosen I'm in the game playin', you on the sidelines hatin' (Hol' up) Hold up, show love when I roll up with Ms. Peyton [Verse 3: Madchild] Yeah You loose cannon, little Hulk Bruce Banner, who's damaged? I'm grinding, I'm hungry, I'm famished ,you vanished Makin' a record that's taking a second then checking for what I'm doing, it's great Feelin' my reckoning now it's consecutive Eating up animals, licking my plate Ey, I am not the raptor, ain't no written statement I get obnoxious when I snap on tracks, Whitney Peyton Everything I spit is blatant, kicks are pretty basic Last two girls I dated related kids to Satan Little Hitter's back, I'm swinging for the fences The game needs me, I don't need an intervention I take my inner tension, then I get adventurous No good is stupid, so eventually, they'll pay attention Problem was persistence, inconsistency One man gang, I'm the general of this infantry Angry infant, I am fired up and still charging Oh gee, yelling at your kids like I'm a drill sergeant [Chorus: Whitney Peyton] I was knocked down nearly every day Dustin' off my crown nearly every day Turn it all around, yeah I found a way Never paid attention, now you checkin' for me every day Hold up I glowed up, now they all show love Every day Hold up, (What?) I show up and the place goes nuts Every day [Verse 4: Chucky Chuck] You die once, but you live your life every day Do what you like, love it, never waste your time away It's a blessing when you're living life your way Like "I don't give a fuck, I kick it with the vibe" stay I'm only human though so yes, my mind it goes astray I battle with these demons, I do it every day Head of a sick fuck, yet Chuck's a sick cunt Swap models, smoke blunt Every day I ease pain Medicate, all I do is medicate Head in the clouds, heads lord levitate Let me set you straight, you can hate , I don't give a fuck Just have fun and laugh, you don't want this bloodbath I'm tellin' you, I'll get at you Shit'll get pitiful, playin' with the pistol got the missile And it's aimed at you Heat-seeking, I'm on your neck like every day Knockin' at your door, you just wishin' that I'll go away (Bye-bye) [Verse 5: Eddie from Dropout Kings] 'Cus I'm easily one of the greatest No need to state it to basic rappers, I'm status under these stages I stay on Overstepping foes like I'm A.I The double crossed enabled to be computed by suckers while they friends fly out the picture Their ankles broken, my style sicker and slicker than COVID Inside a liquid farm Tasted like liquor sippers Bouncing like ass on strippers Shot it like stars and dippers And grow bigger 'til we zipper Come together as I behead 'em because I've been ahead of any plan or contingencies that they had instead Don't ever fuck with the feds I duck 'em and I back Dodgin' bullets that they bustin' Shotgun my melanin flesh A felon know, yes, but only because my mind a threat To the fabricated oasis, where your life has been set I bring the dark like I'm Set Only doin' my in my [?] A round of applause for life from the God [Chorus: Whitney Peyton] I was knocked down nearly every day Dustin' off my crown nearly every day Turn it all around, yeah I found a way Never paid attention, now you checkin' for me every day Hold up I glowed up, now they all show love Every day Hold up, I show up and the place goes nuts Every day [Verse 6: Johnny Richter] I started wreaking havoc back to being problematic On the stage I am a savage makin' every show a classic My career's been documented and my name is well established So is my struggle with addiction, go re-listen to "Bad Habits" What didn't kill me, only made me stronger - I'll weather the storm And lately I've been payin' reparations to the ones at home So save your speculations as to why and where the fuck I've gone 'Cus first you gotta make it right at home and then you can move on But I digress to those that seemed to fucking forget How much I did invest in Kotton out there, now the King Klick (King Klick) So quit the bullshit and keep your joints lit 'Cus your boy Jay Richt's back at it again A pioneer in the weed rap game that's a fact And now I'm circlin' back to everywhere on the map And I ain't stoppin' 'til they toss me in the coffin Even then I'll still be rockin', only with your pop poppin' [Verse 7: Obnoxious] Every day I'm getting better and better, my peak raisin' Snatch whack emcees off the mic when the beat playin' My sixteen's like the metal Wolverine made with I made this while chained inside Stephen King's basement The pavement, I'm banging your head until it crack Then wait 'til you heal in the hospital, peel it back Snatch your posters off of the wall then steal the tacks Wipe my ass with it, all that you [Gimmies?] can feel the trash In the city dump, all that garbage that never sold I'm the diamond in the rough uh-huh make pressure fold The block's hot, I want my opps better cold In the morgue chillin', low willin' to take a load If they roll up, we smokin' 'em like we fried hookah My shooters put 'em in the sky like Jimmy Fly Snuka Don't drive Uber, got a body in the back It's the sub noise captain and somebody on the track (Yeah, that)