Everyday $truggle - Johnny Quest The Rebel, Curtis Williams

It’s a beautiful day in my neighborhood

I said everyday struggle, but everything is the good

But I know how it feels to wake up fucked up

Looking for luck

Probably in the wrongest of places

Bill collectors seem like they hate us

But man that shit don’t phase us

Smoking medicine trying to cope

Ain’t no killa but please don’t provoke

Just a young Rebel man looking for hope

Couldn’t pay attention man I was so broke

Alphabet soup, attention deficit

Ducking 1 time, turn a petty crime to a predicate

Young boss outlaw said we did it for love

Chances so slim that we turn into thug

Mindset we’ve seen that trauma

Breaking bad habits that you got from your mama

Cuz in this world you got is your hope, prayers, and your wishes

A nightstand with a Bible and some old lottery tickets

But you know you’re Special, like «Who he?»

Underdog story, man I’m feeling like Rudy

Dreams arrive from the bus to a hooptie

From a hooptie to something better

Nissan Altima, or Jetta

Beamer Benz or that Bentley (Bentley)

Stomach growling

In the mean time all you know is to hustle

In the mean time all you know is to hustle

In the mean time all you know is to hustle

Don’t take what I’m saying out of context

From them apartments, get my momma out that complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Don’t take what I’m saying out of context

From them apartments, get my momma out that complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Said… constantly smoking reefer

You niggas cuffin

I fuck her once then I don’t need her

Waverunner Yeezys my adidas bitch I been the cleanest

Two9 til I die and bitch I swear I really mean it

I speak that gwap-anese when I’m talking;

this not no english

Cocaine flow the way I’m rapping;

it got them fiendin'

Number nine tee ksubi’s is what the jeans is

I had to set some goals;

I got tired of fuckin dreaming

They ain’t wanna see me winning

Mama tried to warn me since the beginning, but I ain’t listen

Then I got up on my mission, fuck wishing

If I see it I want it, go and get it

Thought I was finished

I got more in store

Paper chasing, daily smoking weed galore

This the type of shine you can’t even ignore

And for them niggas sleeping on me… I'ma let em snore

Yeah.

Danco… uhh

Don’t take what I’m saying out of context

From them apartments, get my momma out that complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Don’t take what I’m saying out of context

From them apartments, get my momma out that complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex

Everyday struggle, this shit get complex