Everyday Lyrics - Ransom

(Verse) 

I'm too vain to be the soul, but the soul, that's embeded 

Got me workin' in this cold but he's so level headed 

Hash tent these accents, it's movin' the glasses 

I'm throwin' nigga, suit you up and throw you in caskets 

In twelve years of denim, now the streets got 'im locked 

His daddy throw his rottin', same niggas got 'im popped 

A sip of Hennessy, enemies on the watch 

Been with niggas in the streets, since he neva had his 

pops 

Mike Tyson vs. Ali, if that woulda happen 

Take my first trip to Sharlem, man, the jointin' was 

happenin' 

Niggas rottin' with the gators, but the haters were 

snappin' 

Harder is now than laters if they neighbors is trappin' 

Oh, God, I kick them in the ass and take my foot out 

I'm just handlin' my business while they bitches puttin' out 

If a nigga neva seen and if niggas make the team 

Havin' up they hopes and dreams, garbage they be puttin' out 

We wore black in the back of the herse 

I'mma get you snatch music like I'm snatchin' a purse 

All my life I was beaten like the passion of the Christ 

I'm collectin' from the play in the back of the church 

Aw 

(Hook) 

Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away 

But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say 

Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away 

But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say 

(Verse 2) 

I tell these niggas stop wildin' you're too young 

Cause they don't listen to they mama's 

It all depends on where you hearin that truth from 

We starvin' in these streets so we sharing a few crumbs 

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We mobbin on these beats, hear that snare and new drum 

I be hearin' that news come, a young boy shot down the street 

Where his crew hung, his momma on his coffin screamin' he's too young 

The weight upon her chest is feelin' like two tons 

So I pray for her two sons 

They still breathin', we still heathens 

For real reason, we breathe deep but we still weezin' 

Chasin' money is my only curse 

Shed a tear on the hood of my uncle Tony's Herds 

So ya know it hurt 

You should get to know me first before you pass judgement 

Huh, hung as ever my momma's last husband 

I ? sat there cuz my dad wasn't 

Man, fuck it, I don't even wanna talk about it 

I'm goin' thru it but my momma tell me Randy you should walk around it 

It's kinda deep the way it sought to sound 

I'm more astounded by the street glory 

Them noisy neighbors and the police on me 

My niggas in the sky, that's rest in the peace on me 

Real niggas cry when I tell em these street stories 

Handle my beef for me, I tell em and they fire for me 

Chain of command, that's the higher hierarchy, come and fuck with me 

(Hook x2) 

Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away 

But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say 

Niggas die everyday so we drink the pain away 

But I don't wanna cry today, I had a lot of shit to say 

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