Bruce Chillest and Denzel J. Williams - Everyday

Slipping the sides hip to a loss.. you trynna leasing your load ... When the strength in itself is God given

I still do my old music and listen to all the women ... I sponsor all who stay on it... I pop it's the authentic...

Safe space from the rats race... Everyone want a leg I meet .. people out these streets.. I'm like peeps up over head..

So what we got at the table.. we sit here and twirling our hands?? Face it it's concentration.. and commitment to build your brand ..

cnd the only topic at this age it ain't much I have not did... From eye view I had spotted consumer stay out in pocket

Quality and the commodity everything in the wallet... To have a share of they own they wit it make sure they got it..
I sit and think of me locking it in another project... Especially when they toting no sympathy for the nobody's

Im a man I get rowdy ... When the streets get cloudy... Smokes there all ale... I want and have me here proudly


Times is different the money is different... Only thang you can count on is time itself.
I imagine. By the time I'm gray hairs cnd got children doing they deed
. They'll have to say he was successful... Nothing less or more on it

So many little hiccups .. the triffles I dare to riddle.. in time it's a million mixups .. therefore y'all all forgiven

Say peace you see me in the streets... The Daily a get em... Fresh breath day takes from me.. energy ..until it's richer...

I been stacking my building blocks.. my pattern on the money... It's time to push out all that I have... I offered em honey

To the bees cherishing me ... The stickily surely sweet ... It's like having the heart break on you . Then freed upon release..

See we feed .. sure they pay me.. my tips... I save a little .. dollars are in the mileage.. it's a break for the once it's hitting...

Its me doing my thing until the real can hit it... Off of this globe a high... cnd all your lows forget to all the rest of this money it's living...

They cost you a second doe... It's measures we put the seasoned.. trust it's our glory's own .. what we need has been ceded

It's trust me .. harder than one would credit.. gotta stay strong minded... The lessor it's can forget it

Written by:
Andre Williams, Brad Xavier, Dustin Miller, Keith Williams, Steve Thronson

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