On The Line (Featuring Joe Scudda, Chaundon, And Rapper Big Pooh) - The Away Team, Rapper Big Pooh, Chaundon

«Each day I»

Dream, of making it big

Staking my bid

But still cats is snaking the kid, so

«Each day I»

Move on the humble

Keep my ears streets, you could lose in this jungle

That’s why

«Each day I»

See what I see

Do what I do

And never in my life screw who I knew

So

«Each» day I

Say I

Will do anything for fam

Carry my team on my back like A. I

«Each day I»

Breeze through the street in a hooptie with a loosie and trees on my feet

Thinking

«Each day I»

Could wake up and kiss my girl

Go outside, look up and kiss the world

Yelling

«Each day I»

Shall make it better than the other

Make more cheddar for my brothers

Go and kiss my mother

«Each» day I

Say I

Reminisce to being a kid wanting to play, asking «Mother may I»

«Each day I»

I’m back on the grind

Trying to find a better way to master the rhyme

Mastermind a plan, expand

Hats in the sky

Trying to stay thankful instead of asking God «Why?»

But

To many cats on the side trying to scheme on

Me and my team, y’all fags better dream on

The things I lean on, family and my own two

Feet, do with me so you I won’t do

The shit I go through is not alone

I, rise, hustle, never rest in the clone

The way that I roam is like a cellular phone

From the pad to the drop to the lab and back home

To my girl’s dorm

Then outta town for a show

Each day I don’t know how it’ll go

It’s an amazing maze of face to face shit

I’m gonna make it cause my victory is tasted

Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme

All day, everyday, living on the grind

Hustle, drink, smoke, rhyme

Going all out cause our lives on the line

I ain’t travel 3,000 miles for The Love Movement

I traveled 3,000 miles trying to move units

Pitch to fiends this lyrical crack

Push everything I have then push right back

To the state of NC where the market’s slow

I can cook product cheap, serve the world, get doe

I ain’t talking 'bout hash, E, coke or O’s

Talking 'bout Chaundon, Boogs, and Joe

Master flow, you dealing with a bastard yo

Got a tip for your career, put it in plastic so

Many wonder what happened to that nice guy

Success comes at a price ma

Roll the dice I’m

Still on the grind making joints that bang

I gotta tell these MC’s that I rap for change

Preferable big bills cause I need some thangs

Like a house and a whip and a family mayne

Uh huh

Each day I’m

Waking up six in the morning

Breaking my neck, slaving for a check

Five bucks over minimum wage, like that mean something

Borderline poverty and I ain’t seeing nothing

Each day I’m plotting a scheme

For unstoppable cream

It’s the American dream

Nahmean?

Even if I gotta hit the block

Put a bitch on the strip cause my hunger don’t stop

Now, each day I’m

Writing a rhyme, reserving the crime

Accepting calls from my son serving his time

Each day I’m

Burning up trees until I look Japanese to escape reality

That’s because each day I’m

Feeling like a lost soul

Life is a joke and I’m waiting for the drum roll

Each day I’m praying for this thing to change

Cause it feels like I’m living in vain

Now what I’m saying?