Everyday Was - Black Milk

It’s that overdose daily

No if, and, buts or maybes

Have you addicted like that shit my auntie smoked in the 80s

Auntie Tricia, what up, I see you still live and maintain raw

So I rep it, spit raw, spit hard as the veins in your arms

Reminisce back on the innocence

Back when the money was limited

Before we had stacks, before we had racks

Before we had raps on the internet

We was in class driving the teacher crazy, hoping the bell rung soon

Before labels we banged on tables

Inside that school lunchroom, doom

Only one that graduated but still hung outside school

Was cool with the dropouts

Didn’t want to work around the clock from 9−5

Just to clock in and clock out

Some niggas had packed things and sold it to crack fiends

Some niggas had dope wrote in their notepad but couldn’t turn it to rap dreams

But I did what I had to

Had to stash that cash up under that mattress

Hoping that a few years later, sooner than later I could put moms in that

mansion

Back up against that wall

Back in the trap where nigga feel trapped in

Either you a hustler, either you a dopeman

Or you got the muscle in the hood like Conan

Wrack em, sack em (whoop whoop)

Play cool when the cops roll past em

If you heard that (whoop) you knew they were hopping that fence so the cops

wouldn’t grab em

Some of the visions we saw, some of the sounds we heard

Left that scar on the brain

And the bars, and the verse, and the words and the Hearse

It’s just a different way of living

Ohh I knew the hand that I was given

Hustle, up early in the morning

Grind on the way, on the way

Talking bout death around the corner

Hoping that we don’t meet soon

Hell Below

So when you waiting on those days of fortune

Unfortunately yo, that wait is torture

Like holding breath under water, you’re the

Star a million miles away, just a minor way

Almost got got on a holiday, but he got away

What you think they troubled for?

Didn’t grow up comfortable

Or comfy as the lives of Cosby’s and Clair Huxtables

Need a couple grand in they hand put the handgun

To the next man, grandma live longer than grandson

It’s just a different way of living

Ohh I knew the hand that I was given

Hustle, up early in the morning

Grind on the way, on the way

Talking bout death around the corner

Hoping that we don’t meet soon

Hell Below