- Votes:
- Composers:
- White
- Barry / Smith
- Tony / Evans
- Faith / Goodson
- Cindy / Lewis
- Teresa / Williams
- Jamelyn
 
- Tags:
- houston
 
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Z-Ro - Everyday lyrics
[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
 My nigga Redd been assisting me with holdin my head
 but I can't focuse cause so many niggaz in the street owe me some bread
 and if you fuckin' with my mind lately, how could it be greed?
 if all I want is just to touch whatevers mine baby
 my forty-acres, and my new mansion, and my yacht
 might take alittle time for me to see bigger living (??) or not
 but I want stop until I'm touchin my figures, you better move(bitch)
 cause I be bustin my nigga nobody knows all the trouble I been through
 been so broke and embarrased couldn't afford a tooth brush fool
 if it wasn't for my nigga Sherman Miller, me and great 'O
 offered me food when I was hungry, plus a place to lay low
 runnin up and down Houston slangin dimes and nickles
 performing for my hood niggaz spittin rhymes and riddles
 forever stayin on our grind because of the shine it give us
 and fuck jail, we didn't care how much time they give us
 [Chorus: Trae - repeat 2X]
 Everyday it's like I can't maintain
 but still I feel I'm in it for the same thing
 all I ever wanted is just to get my change
 living strength is my only type of mind frame
 [Verse 2: Z-Ro]
 It's in my blood, it's in my body, it's in my soul
 gettin' paper been so important since I've been on my own
 don't nobody love me in this cold world
 fuck these bitches 'cause the hatred I got for my old girl
 is a motherfucker I ain't tryna hear it, I ain't tryna know ya
 unless you be a hustler tryna come up on some mo' bucks
 I'm like a male-nun with a rail gunZ-Ro - Everyday - http://motolyrics.com/z-ro/everyday-lyrics.html
 I'm so focused on my mail son I need a bail bond
 fuck you bitches, I love my riches go get it forward march
 cannibal in these killing fields tired of hangin on this cross
 witness the J.Prince runnin the south
 Rap-A-Lot mafia like wide recievers cause we all be runnin our route
 I'm goin long, it ain't no mercy for the weak better get strong
 cause it be crucializing everything that be goin on try to maintain
 cause if you don't they pop you, drop you, and leave you slain mayne
 win it just to stay in the game (mayne)
[Chorus]
 [Verse 3: Z-Ro]
 Association bring about stimulation that's what I witness
 kickin it with the jealous got me beggin for forgiveness
 this record label presidental think they live like me
 think they could jump in this rap game and survive like me
 they living fantasies nigga tryna hold onto my name
 but they can't sell records without me that's a godamn shame
 hoe nigga get ya roll up, everytime I flex you cats in check
 cause you can't lift it with you're on muscle, weak bitch!
 everytime I speak bitch niggaz steadily be plottin
 on removing me from my throne to throw me in the fuckin prison
 but it's all good I can take it cause I dish shit out
 but me you've seen I'm havin things in my dreams I can't get it out
 God blessed the child that can double his fetti
 duckin and dodgin trouble cops and trouble times come get me
 I'm tryna get a big ass piece so leave me alone
 and live a life where I can leave both of my pistols at home
[Chorus] - repeat to end














