Everyday

[Chorus: Fat Fat & Chetta] I hustle everyday I gonna take my sins to the grave Motherfucka i stay chill [Verse 1: Fat Fat] Im racks prodigy, and this a modest me I haven't ever turned up, yeah honestly Honestly, im a dog period And you can catch me where the come ups be When i do it its magical, night time of the effinal, homie My life is lower and unpractical, homie Wake up on the morning, thank the lord for my daughters Get fresh crank to call, up and beat the soda Open the jar up, great kush in it Melo-D is an army and i am the lieutenant Who been it, i since the 6 grade Remember stealing momma mid-grade That shit changed me dizzy Move to killa, call me M.J smooth criminal Thrilla, Illa Music is what i am producing, whats the point of snoozing [Chorus: Fat Fat & Chetta] I hustle everyday I gonna take my sins to the grave Motherfucka i stay chill [Verse 2: Chetta] And its feeling like a payday, i get paid everyday So what am i saying?, oh girl think about me I know i couse headaches, no i make break hearts I take you on a date for the cake, come and give me that Untamed lion, you ain't playing with no skinny cap California chornic, tell me boo can you handle that I dont think so, west coast the instrumental But this is New Orleans everybody pack pistols Just take your kids to your house, ain't safe to play We grow all day, hustlin the sun on my face Stacking chips, like vegas you know a ace I draw it out when i see it, and your boys trace So pop it off when you see me The whole city know me, few people wanna be me Im running my town, my [?] Im blowing out the pound, yall just hating no reason [Chorus: Fat Fat & Chetta] I hustle everyday I gonna take my sins to the grave Motherfucka i stay chill