It's Like Everyday

Quik talking:

Yeah, ain't nothin' changed, y'all niggas still obvious

Yeah, it's for real though hmph

Rapping:

Now we don't wanna talk about all the people I'm supportin'

That's more important to a nigga than them diamonds you sportin'

Ain't a sell-out or a bail-out although life is a bitch

And I'm beginning to think that they don't wanna see Quik rich

Cause I'm gon' gather up my homiez & put something in they bellies

Ride around the town bumpin' that CD from R.Kelly

Gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean

Cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in afro sheen

Break it down with two gates in that burgundy eight

Cause real riders don't three wheel they just drown on the skate

Send a care package to my homiez up in Natches

And shoot a kite 'bout how these suckas keep my Benz up in scratches

It ain't no puzzle that's to be expected

Sometimes I think they only come around it just to see if I wrecked it

I feel like hittin' the 101 leavin' town on a bike

On my way up to the Bay to clear my mind cause it's like...

Chorus (R.Kelly)

Everyday is a scuffle

Turnin' them corners to get my hustle

Every single dollar is a struggle

That's how it is comin' up in the ghetto

Maus-Berg:

Now I don' been through it all pushin' work on the boulevard

Runnin' from the 5-0 in somebody else car

Ghetto dreams so it seems to be easy

Think about my life & I get queasy

Pumpin' the pimp knowin' it ain't helpin' me

But the ghetto got me trapped thinkin' this is how it's s'posed to be

A cold thang when you knowin' yo' gang ain't got yo' back

But you still put yo' life on the line for no snaps

R.Kelly:

This ghetto world is one big battlefield

That's why we get rich and move to them hills

Everywhere we go the haters tag along

But don't let that stop you get yo' hustle on

Maus-Berg:

But dog you gotta do yo' thang get yo' grind on

Eliminate the fake & keep yo' game strong

Don't let the streets be yo' downfall

Keep it real with yo'self & you gon' rise 'til you ball dog

Chorus

Quik:

It's gettin' down to ground level but tryin' to keep time

Cause my hustle & my tustle is my beats & my rhymes

And I'm lovin' this collabo' cause Rock Land is saucy

And Quik is trying to get Versace staying flossy wit Mausy

But the...

Maus-Berg:

...drama don't stop but you can make it better

Don't point your finger at the next man get yo' cheddar

Lifestyles of a thug ebonic definition dog nothin' but love

But we gon' ride to 'til we can't ride no mo'

Pop a bottle a pair of D's and let the wind blow

When you get it appreciate it cause those who ain't got it gon' hate

Every dime is a struggle so I'mma suffer everyday

Quik:

Now my conscience got me wonderin' do I be in the flow

And this sucka's got me wonderin' if he friend or foe

Now do I sin to grow, knowin' there's consequences

And I'm tired of gettin' bent cause it's dullin' my senses

Chorus 'til end