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Sup, hip-hop artist named Ray-B's.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#79,567 today
Peak #606
#49,180 in subgenre
Peak #324
Author
Ray-B's
Rights
FTF Ent
Uploaded
October 15, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:23
Story behind the song
Just the reality of life, you gotta take this shit day-by-day. Everyday Life, yo.
Lyrics
Verse 1: Ray-B's
Clothes dirty as I walk through these streets
You can hear me, but they talkin' to me
Speaking soft, be discrete, pitching sauce to them fiends
Today's hell, kids age 12 palming the heat
It's crazy, but these are everyday lifestyles
Dudes serving them pies to feed they wife's child
Just to see that bright smile
Going through what they have to, knowing everyday could be their life's final
(x2)
Fucked up, I know, it's all real though
Show ya ill clothes, you might get ya grill stole
Man, they don't cop mills and get hoes
These dudes more like pop pills and kill folks
Chorus(x2): Ray-B's
This is everyday(everyday life)
Staying as sane as you can through the pain and the strife
But you gotta hold tight(hold tight)
Keep ya head up little man it'll be alright
Verse 2: Goose
Chorus(x2): Ray-B's
This is everyday(everyday life)
Staying as sane as you can through the pain and the strife
But you gotta hold tight(hold tight)
Keep ya head up little man it'll be alright
Verse 3: Ray-B's
Real words, real guy, this a real fight
Fuck ya television homie, this is real life
Real life, where you gotta fight like a man
Keep ready, stay steady to provide for ya fam
Them little ones, you gotta show them the way
A better way than that flippin' yay and grippin' K's
I ain't tryna hate, yeah you might see ya pockets swell
But then again you might get locked in jail, shot or killed
Damn, we got quite the fucking system
I know, my grandfather got killed while up in prison
This ain't a game, even though we ready to lose
The regular dudes, yes, I'm addressing you too
Making minimum wage, you full of venom and rage
You feelin' worse than cursed, cuz you got pills to go pay
Nothing's perfect, you can't expect the weather stay nice
Some-times there's no sun-shine in everyday life
Chorus(x2): Ray-B's
This is everyday(everyday life)
Staying as sane as you can through the pain and the strife
But you gotta hold tight(hold tight)
Keep ya head up little man it'll be alright
