Everyday Ain’t The Same

Lyrics

[Translee] Bitches choosy Niggas forfeit Talk is cheap and you still can't afford it Bitches choosy Niggas forfeit Die for something, just don't die for Jordans I'm in a lot of pictures, but no weed it never makes the pose Cause I'm not tryna pave the road for drug-abusing eight year-olds Whose favorite goal is rapping at the level of a Drake and Cole Who draped in gold cause they think shiny things is what's gon make you whole Niggas think I'm brand new, they call me fancy pants No I got the sweet tooth the rap game's just Candyland I got them hoes coming through and we just had pajammy jam I make her take it off and fuck her to Hitman Sammy Sam And she stayin', what you thought Her nigga, she no longer follow He the man in Grand Theft Auto, but he ain't got no condo damn I'm Ricky Ricardo, and I love Lucy juicy coochie ooh she hit the lotto fam I might pay off her college plan Sally Mae ok you bitch you bitch you bitch you bitch Callin' her phone at 3 am she need to get her number switched Ok I'ma top off, gettin my rocks off, got my socks off cause I'm country I woke up like this, lookin' like I just want some money And I does, well god damn Leezy cocky then But at the same time young hoes be jockin' slim God damn Leezy cocky then But at the same time young hoes I've seen my growth over these years The final outcome worth these tears I always tell my nigga Billa(?), wait until this shit appears I cast a light on smaller towns who never see the light of day Cause Huntsville small as fuck but when you're here, feel like the tidal wave Well god damn my city cocky then But its the perfect place for dope boys to profit in Modern day urban culture will try anything And let it fry your brains just like the club fry chicken wings Is it music? Is it TV? Is it Chris Brown? Is it Riri? Is it parents ain't whoppin' they kids ass like they need be? Is it Keke being freaky cause she heard that shit from Cece? And she only 12 years old her boyfriend creepin' in her teepee Is it greedy social media exploiting us freely? Is it proper propaganda that we don't feed the needy? Man I been killin' em, I need a sentence Look to the lord, I need repentance Listen my mother I know she in heaven, I don't want to die I just want to visit I want a real life to be realize through real eyes And if I don't make it I'll be somewhere sitting down and live by Singin' my heart out, gettin' my art out Gimmie some change, you seein' my jar out Came along way from buying the bar out Stuntin' on hoes and pullin' them cars out I think and pull a cigar out Never be home whenever its dark out Givin' my life but keepin' my heart out That's how you get hurt, that's how you get murked Signs of weakness they might seek it Better stay your ass in church, if you scared go to church If you aware then stay alert If you compare then lets converse but that's nowhere On this motherfuckin' earth Well got damn Leezy cocky then But why the fuck the poor people being targeted I look at billboards promoting the cheapest dollar menu Servin' food that will offend you but it's what The poverty stricken is obviously pickin' Even though them nuggets not really chicken And after years of this you'll have to pay the doctor a visit He'll tell you everything that's wrong with you And to fix it you are probably gonna need a loan nigga Oh your credit bad? Ok let's choose the cheapest Most less effective method of treatment and just go Off of hope and prayer, hope you believe in Jesus Do you believe in Jesus? We got a chapel here on sight, make sure you bring ya deacons Speak and teachin' each and every one of these heathens(?) Grandma Champion always told me I was gonna be a preacher High schools underneath the bleachers smokin' dubs of freakin reefer Back when I was fuckin' with Alicia I was just thuggin' off the leashes Weed it completes my features ain't no arguin' between us I'm gon' let your girl's pussy throw a party on my penis Did I go to far do more than the average joe If I be Joe its Joe Dumars Realer than I know you are The devil said I go too hard And I don't talk 'bout whips cause really no new cars can go to mars Focal point, my vocal chords Global with a local star And I don't got no rims but I'm speakin' to the Lowenhart Well god damn Leezy cocky then, but at the same time young hoes be jockin slim God damn Leezy cocky then, but at the same time young hoes be jockin slim