Everyday Ain't the Same - 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