Everyday Struggle

[Intro: DJ Premier scratching]

Hip-hop

Hip-hop

Struggle-, struggle-, struggle to survive

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

I had nightmares of Joe Budden arguin' with Lil' Yachty

Division between artists, party until we sorry that we partin'

That young man the same age my son is

He just on fire right now, same way that my gun is

They say this a profession, do amateurs get rejected?

When Shady made his hit record, could Canibus accept it?

Nah, time just repeatin' itself, '97 just was reckless

Now it's just bigger checks and now it's niggas with dresses

Those who got problems with flows, they can pull up on us

I told Preme we gotta give those "What In The Fuck" moments

This hip-hop, all of the purists be too opinionated

You like it, you dick-ridin', not a fan of it, then you hatin'

You gettin' interviewed by Vlad

You either tellin' a story that's incriminatin'

Or Lord Jamar, (what?) discriminatin'

But white privilege do exist, I agree though

Labels used to tell you what's popular, now it's VEVO

All they argue 'bout now is who is the hottest Migo

Pac and Biggie wasn't just artists, they were our heroes

As far as years, I've been out here movin' for 10-plus

'Cause I'm about the youth movin', not about "Them against us"

[Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

Instead of wantin' to change everything about me

How come you can't just be the change that you want to see?

You can question whatever you want but never my hustle

Or my everyday struggle, my everyday struggle

Everybody that's complainin' about it not an OG

If you ain't droppin' jewels or givin' knowledge to me

How can I even respect you? Better yet, how can I trust you?

That's my everyday struggle, my everyday struggle

[Interlude: DJ Premier scratching]

Hip-hop

Hip-hop

[Post-Chorus: Royce da 5'9"]

Bitches and alcohol, that's my everyday struggle

Gettin' rid of packs of raw, that's my everyday struggle

[Verse 2: Chavis Chandler]

Fresh out the fryin' pan, right into the hands of rebellion

Both my parents in jail and I got grams I could sell ya

When I was in boardin' school, I was bored as hell

But I learned that the key of life for me

Was to unlock the door to Hell

My skateboard trail leads to dishonest livin'

Designer shit I'm just tryna get it, just tryna fit in, uhh

I'm just tryna get it, just tryna fit in