Everydays Anthem Lyrics - Dead Presidents 2 - Jae Millz

I'm coming for them racks, racks, racks 

All dressed in black, black, black 

Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers 

Real niggas, where you at, at, at? 

I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord 

To keep the devil off my back, back, back 

I make em girls drop it low, low, low 

Can't keep my city on my cut, cut, cut 

Uptown rider, blunt long as a dollar 

You's a choir boy, I'm straight out of the jungle, surge your blocka 

My youngins off the blocka, break you up something proper 

Like that choppa turn yo ass in that chicken enchilada 

I ain't fuckin with them niggas who wasn't fuckin with me 

See how them tables turn? Fuck favors, nothing for free 

Yea that bullshit, I'm on that 

My dick - yo girl on that 

Word I know she ain't, she just show up everywhere I perform at 

How you wanna do it boy? I'm bout that 

My team runnin out of money, I doubt that 

Stuntin like mall this tall ballin, I'm on my grizzly bitch 

I'm a nigga's worst nightmare and a bitch's wish 

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I'm coming for them racks, racks, racks 

All dressed in black, black, black 

Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers 

Real niggas, where you at, at, at? 

I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord 

To keep the devil off my back, back, back 

I make em girls drop it low, low, low 

Can't keep my city on my cut, cut, cut 

New York City rider, full of GT vodka 

I'm sprayin in her mouth and she embrace it like banaka 

And she hate it when I stop her 

So never do I stop her 

I just light my good and watch er 

Get messy like whopper 

I'm a painful home, wreck a nigga life hurts 

I turn your wife into my after the club work 

You too close, my shooters show you how them slugs work 

Fuckin with Millz is deadly like Magic's bloodwork 

Roll another blunt, pop another molly 

I'm with Lee, that Korean bitch is taking shots of sake 

Livin sucka free, far from where them suckas be 

Jehova witness blow my name 

Ringin bells all up the streets 

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I'm coming for them racks, racks, racks 

All dressed in black, black, black 

Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers 

Real niggas, where you at, at, at? 

I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord 

To keep the devil off my back, back, back 

I make em girls drop it low, low, low 

Can't keep my city on my cut, cut, cut 

I'm coming for them racks, racks, racks 

Young Money, cash money 

Middle finger to them suckers, suckers, suckers 

We all 100 over here, G'd up 

I pray to the Lord, Lord, Lord 

To keep the devil off my back, back, back 

Uptown til the casket drop, you already now 

Can't keep my city on my cut, cut, cut 

Millz!