Everyday

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Tate Kobang] Granny asked me if I'm ready, to be honest with her I'm really not, but I've been practicing responding quicker Even though the lord prepared me, I can't contradict her But at the moment I'm more worried 'bout the hoes and liquor Still the coldest killer, all my rollers known gorillas Clouds Only, give a fuck if they ain't rolling with us Had to get that blood test, that really hurt my soul Like I ain't know in ninth grade that you can't love them hoes Slow, who told y'all niggas you was ever needed? Cause in my eyes y'all never had it, I'm just being honest That ain't rhyme, but it's been more 'bout the fucking climate The ball dropped, I turned cold, that shit was perfect timing Damn, my penmanship been getting heavy lately I'm to the point where chasing money can't leave heaven waiting She bad as hell in all red, I'm in the bed with satan I use my ties and offering to make these reservations My cousin say he love that trap money, that pack money I need that back to back money, fuck this rap money That change up on they ass, I don't know how to act money Like where you been at big head, so you gon' act funny? [Hook: Tate Kobang] I could do this every day New money, same Glock, smoking Mary J Same clique, new bitch, fucking every day Dirty money, clean money, get it every way God, I could do this every day New money, same Glock, smoking Mary J Same clique, new bitch, fucking every day Dirty money, clean money, get it every way [Verse 2: Tate Kobang] I had to look my children in they eyes on Christmas And let 'em know that daddy hurtin' but a nigga working Once we leave it ain't no coming back, and that's for certain If I die today I pray it's for a better purpose Living life without a dime make you a better person They comparing me to me, just a better version How you asking for percentages but never working? I just want to be the one who help whoever hurting I'm not stingy with my heart, just no one's ever worth it Seem to fall for stripper bitches, they forever twerking Like, shake something bitch Better hope I'm drunk enough for you to make something bitch Yeah, there I go Being selfish, it's the pimp that's in me You can really say you made it when you sick of Henny I remember it was days we couldn't get us any And now we buzzing, I'm in New York, that's word to envy Banger, say a prayer for the weak Lord protect them from my friends Got bullets for my enemies Sometime times I even do spray [Hook: Tate Kobang] I could do this every day New money, same Glock, smoking Mary J Same clique, new bitch, fucking every day Dirty money, clean money, get it every way Yeah, but I could do this every day New money, same Glock, smoking Mary J Same clique, new bitch, fucking every day Dirty money, clean money, get it every way [Verse 3: Jay IDK] I just did a show, I just met Wale He told me that he was a fan, he said your shit is great I'm like I must be fucking dreaming, please don't let me wake Please I'd rather be fighting with demons while you view my wake But instead I'm on Tate's tape Dodging white bitches, tryna get cake Don't claim rape Tryna get me life and burn a nigga like a KK K, nigga fuck that This rap's gonna dispatch me from all this bitch ass Negative shit, remember when my bank account was on negative? Shit Yeah I'm buzzing a little bit but ain't settling shit Won't settle 'til I'm steering the ship And if that shit sink, find me a boat and paddle that bitch And if that bitch leak, swim for the shore and climb up the cliff Cause bitch my 16, the only reason that I exist My floatation device, my patience when I'm pacing at night Tryna question myself, thinking if what I'm doing is right Alright? Cause I could do this every day I had a choice to write a rhyme or let the semi spray Dirty money, clean money, get it any way Cause I could do this every day
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Credits
- Writers
- .idk.
- Tate Kobang