Anyday

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