[G-Dep]
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Listen...I'ma tell you straight like this
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Word up! Listen...
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[Verse 1]
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Hey yo! I walk down the block
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Wit' my stomach in knots
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Spend time hustlin' runnin' from cops.
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Broke as a joke, no wins at all
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Can't play ball and my Timb's are small.
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Can't buy trees wit' government cheese
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I rather be where it's breeze, niggas bubblin keys.
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My moms got two jobs, one on her knees
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And writin' letters to the governor-
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Please call off the deeds!
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My baby mother wit' another brother wit' cash
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They drive by, roll down the window and laugh.
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I solve all my problems wit' indo and hash
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Bought my daughter a Nintendo
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Now she callin' it dad.
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My landlord's a jerk, the water don't work
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My little sister twelve
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And she bought her own skirt.
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Rather do Kurt than do her homework
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Talk blunts and boys and she'll jump fa' joy.
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Shit's twisted! Opportunity knocked
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But I missed it, out in the park gettin' lifted.
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So now I'm sittin' here shit outta luck
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Without a buck and it don't make a difference!
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So yo! If you hear me
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Cause if you don't I come up close
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And say it clearly. I got ta' know-I got ta' go!
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I strive fa' my pay each and every way
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But this type of shit, it happens everyday!
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[Verse 2]
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It's like I'm trapped in a maze
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Walk around in a daze.
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I won't rest til' I'm paid
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Almost down in my grave.
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I wanna' look tough but my sneakers is scuffed
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Everyday passing the week is enough.
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I had a little money but it came and it went
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Now it's either pay the rent or stay in a tent.
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And it don't make sense how the shit is intense
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And all ya' got up in ya' pocket is lint.
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You get the hint!
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I had a cigarette fa' breakfast, just a beginner
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Fries fa' my lunch and sleep fa' dinner.
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Try ta' go ta' church priest call me a sinner
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They call me everything except for a winner.
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I'm walkin' in the rain wishin' things would change
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It ain't a game and I pawned all the rings and chains.
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Emotionally scarred from losin' my job
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Pastor nod-nigga times is hard.
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Now do ya' hear me?
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Cause if ya' don't I come up and say it clearly.
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I got ta' know-I got ta' go!
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I strive fa' my pay each and every way
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But this type of shit, it happens everyday!
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Now would ya' check me?
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If I was you and you was me
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Would you respect me?
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I got ta' know-I got ta' go!
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I strive fa' my pay each and every way
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But this type of shit, it happens everyday!
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[Verse 3]
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Yo, yo! I ain't gonna' front!
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All I want is a blunt
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A pair of blue and yellow dunks
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And my hundreds in chunks.
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But people see me, put they purse to the front
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I'm wakin' up early in the first of the month.
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Honeys don't respect when you callin' collect
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And it's twenty-five cent, you can call em' direct.
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I put my life on the line, I ain't makin' a dime
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Niggas call me never mind.
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Man, you're wastin' ya' time!
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Hey yo! I'm livin' in the ghetto
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And I'm tryin' ta' survive.
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At the same time a nigga rollin' by in a five
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Can't find a job for a 9 ta' 5
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It's like the only gettin' by
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When ya' feelin' the high.
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And I ain't got no smoke, the elevator broke
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I'm at the end of my rope
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Tryin' ta' find a way ta' court.
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I'm sippin' on gin thinkin' how I could win
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I don't know where it begin
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But this is where it could end.
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Now yo! [Hook]
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Shit Happens Everyday
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G-Dep |