Everyday Was Lyrics - If There's A Hell Below - Black Milk

Cause he down with 

It's that overdose daily 

No if, and, buts or maybes 

Have you addicted like that shit my auntie smoked in the 80s 

Auntie Tricia, what up, I see you still live and maintain raw 

So I rep it, spit raw, spit hard as the veins in your arms 

Reminisce back on the innocence 

Back when the money was limited 

Before we had stacks, before we had racks 

Before we had raps on the internet 

We was in class driving the teacher crazy, hoping the bell rung soon 

Before labels we banged on tables 

Inside that school lunchroom, doom 

Only one that graduated but still hung outside school 

Was cool with the dropouts 

Didn't want to work around the clock from 9-5 

Just to clock in and clock out 

Some niggas had packed things and sold it to crack fiends 

Some niggas had dope wrote in their notepad but couldn't turn it to rap dreams 

But I did what I had to 

Had to stash that cash up under that mattress 

Hoping that a few years later, sooner or later I could put moms in that mansion 

Back up against that wall 

Back in the trap where nigga feel trapped in 

Either you a hustler, either you a dopeman 

Or you got the muscle in the hood like Conan 

Wrack em, sack em (whoop whoop) 

Play cool when the cops roll past em 

If you heard that (whoop) you knew they were hopping that fence so the cops wouldn't grab em 

Some of the visions we saw, some of the sounds we heard 

Left that scar on the brain 

And the bars, and the verse, and the words and the Hearse 

It's just a different way of living Ohh 

I knew the hand that I was given 

Hustle, up early in the morning 

Grind on the way, on the way 

Talking bout death around the corner 

Hoping that we don't meet soon 

So when you waiting on those days of fortune 

Unfortunately yo, that wait is torture 

Like holding breath under water, your the 

Star a million miles away, just a minor way 

Almost got got on a holiday, but he got away 

What you think they troubled for? 

Didn't grow up comfortable 

Or comfy as the lives of Cosby's and Clair Huxtables 

Need a couple grand in they hand put the handgun 

To the next man, grandma live longer than grandson 

It's just a different way of living 

Ohh I knew the hand that I was given 

Hustle, up early in the morning 

Grind on the way, on the way 

Talking bout death around the corner 

Hoping that we don't meet soon 

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