Anyday

[Verse 1] Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff You think its hell where you at Shit its hell on the streets You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff Thinking I'm lost laying down Sex for trips and stuff I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things We had major names even on the minor things Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real Holding you down until you back on the field [Hook 2x] Feels like I do I feel when feeling down In the ground feeling down It can be most anyday [Verse 2] Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down Got the kids to take care its hard out here And its tearing my heart to play my part out here I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years And your bid make me feel like I got the chair But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer Got me X-ing off days on the calendar I miss loading the Glock so you could control the block I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go Chorus [Verse 3] I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over So you ring your broads while you locked away I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands From a six and a mansion to beating the sands Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take All-savage and stuff Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key A minute then heist and stuff If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds