Everyday

[Chorus: Baseman]

I go hard for my niggas

Go hard for my famo and I do that shit like everyday

I go hard for the p's

Get it in by any means and I do that shit like everyday

Like pussy nigga I can read you

And to all them new friends I don't need you

And if you see me in my hood, I can wear any colour that I want

Cause my squad knows I bleed blue

[Verse 1: Baseman]

I'm from the 7th, I can show you how my dargs move

Stand your ground like there's nowhere to run to

Sip double cups, my bitches hold cups too

My ting's got big cups too

No love for a snitch and a loose lip

Just a beam and some fiends and a few sticks

Any time, any place, we can do this

If the niggas want beef, tell them 'chew this'

Cos my life's like a movie I'm rolling with the 9's

Niggas talking reckless we let the ting rise

Looking too suave baby I'm not tryina fight

All I'm tryna say is 'can I be your man for the night'

But fam I can't lie, yeah I've done some fuckery

Cause I've been through fuckery, only God can judge me

I'm from a place where you can hold a slug for your bredrin

And take man for a fool? I can't let him

Like fuck that I can't let him

When I see him, bare shots I'm a send him

Coming from the 7th, we apply pressure

Call the ref when I slide, I'm a leave him on the stretcher

Niggas are pathetic

You know I'm gon' eat like gourmet

For the p's I'll be chilling near your place

Me and my hittas in the whip, posted all day

Hit the lick then we split the P's four ways

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: J Hus]

(Hustler baby)

I'm from London City

Where your day one friends could be paigons tomorrow

The devil came around and my soul got borrowed

She called and I followed, and she just swallows

She gives me head in the shower

I think she's brainwashed

All she wants is the money and the fame

All I need is the money

That's why I'm out here everyday, everyday

Feeling like Shabba, Mr Loverman

She gives me ucky then she tells me that she loves her man

Me, I don't understand

I've got my mind on the money, gave my heart to the hustle

I need more than a couple grand

Who needs love when you've got mula?

Who needs friends when you've got burners?

It's the same shit everyday

The devil keeps begging to stay

And the trouble keeps heading my way

[Chorus]