Everyday

I got this shit from the trap, few baggies, my pen and my pad

I done get richer off of rap, you throw 'em, we sendin' 'em back, that shit is a fact

My young boy ain't got no I.D. on him, he had to slip through the back

They took everything he had off his body, thought he was lit 'cause he rapped

Gotta hussle, go get off your back, he broke go get him a pack