Everyday

Lyrics

[Intro: Jon Connor] Uh, send this one out to my (Niggas) Yeah, worldwide to my (Niggas) Yeah, wise up, all my (Niggas) Look, this for my East Coast (Niggas) Look, this to my West Coast (Niggas) Uh, this to my Down South (Niggas) My motherfuckin' Midwest (Niggas) [Verse 1: Jon Connor] Yeah, it feel like we in a different world, Dwayne Wayne, worse than when crack cocaine came Maintained on these dark nights 'til I became Bane Restrain pain by wearin' a mask like Bruce Wayne, ayy They wanna keep us confused like no turnin' signal and change lanes Obituaries shown on the news, so many slain names Murdered for killin' thеy brothers, O-Dog that became Cainе Industry niggas, what happened to the thought we was in the same game? Now y'all think it's cool to make deals with the devil until the flames came The weapon is take hypocrites, give 'em money and benefits Enough to feed they family while feeding poison to the innocent (Woo) Intricate just to keep you limited and ignorant Primitive, I'll probably get shadow banned for even mentionin' it (Right) Rappers be sayin' they don't give a fuck, they do 'Cause instead of tellin' you the truth, they stuck on what they got to lose I say the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few So I need to say this shit 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me and you, huh? [Chorus: Jon Connor] Every motherfuckin' day, yeah, I (Wise up, East Coast, rise up, wise up) Hit my knees and start to pray, yeah, I (West Coast, rise up, wise up) Hope the people find they way, yeah, I (Mid-motherfuckin'-west, rise up, wise up) Sing this out if you relate, yeah, I (Down South, uh-huh, rise up, wise up) Every motherfuckin' day, yeah, I (Wise up, East Coast, rise up, wise up) Hit my knees and start to pray, yeah, I (Uh-huh, West Coast, rise up, wise up) Hope the people find they way, yeah, I (Mid-motherfuckin'-west, rise up, wise up) Sing this out if you relate, yeah, I (Down South, uh-huh, rise up, wise up) [Verse 2: Daylyt] It's bigger than money, they wanted to pay me off, the hush declined Let 'em watch, they know I'm just in time Don't need a Rollie, no, I don't do TikTok, gotta flush the mind The 1992 meeting had warned us, but I crushed the sign They got you all a check to be evil, deaf when you bust a rhyme Yo, they fumbled that Modern-day mumble rap with this jumbo pack They tricked us into sayin' we love the trap, get a brother clapped My homie sold my mother crack, jail, life where my brothers at All this shit they rap is motherfuckin' wack, I said it, time to dead it Got a new subject for kids called line of credit Get a secure card and pay it off for months, your line is headed To a big bag, you can buy some land for low, just find the space and go Tell your kids when they get older, build on it, wealth generational Oh, it's that easy, google "acre of land," it's probably a rack I told you it's probably a rack, on God, I keep it a stack Without Kat in the front of that, huh My shit is real rap, no need to run it back The real shit is comin' back, Lyt [Chorus: Jon Connor] Every motherfuckin' day, yeah, I (Wise up, East Coast, rise up, wise up) Hit my knees and start to pray, yeah, I (West Coast, rise up, wise up) Hope the people find they way, yeah, I (Mid-motherfuckin'-west, rise up, wise up) Sing this out if you relate, yeah, I (Down South, uh-huh, rise up, wise up) Every motherfuckin' day, yeah, I (Wise up, East Coast, rise up, wise up) Hit my knees and start to pray, yeah, I (Uh-huh, West Coast, rise up, wise up) Hope the people find they way, yeah, I (Mid-motherfuckin'-west, rise up, wise up) Sing this out if you relate, yeah, I (Down South, uh-huh, rise up, wise up) [Outro: Jon Connor] This for my (Niggas), yeah This real life for my (Niggas), yeah A lil' light for my (Niggas) My kings and my queens, my (Niggas), uh Stay strong, my (Niggas) Take pride in who you are, my (Niggas) Know that you more than just (Niggas) Believe that you more than just (Niggas) Niggas are scared of revolution