Wid It - Trae Tha Truth, Dj.Fresh, The Worlds Freshest

Everyday of my life tryna get it

Ingle' to Roma to Wright

But everybody still wid it

But everybody still wid it

Half a pill for the turn up

Marijuana aroma, block is hot as tacoma

Coppers hitting the corner

Baby mama’s is texting

Met me a new bitch now baby mama’s is stressing

School it couldn’t get the lesson

Thank the Lord for your blessings

Even if you do it bad everyday by is for lessons

Lights, I’m on constant

Flights, cause I’m smoking

Good, yeah I’m living life to the fullest

Yeah I’m the nigga cause I motherfuckin chose to be

Now it’s finally the way that it’s supposed to be

Tread with the bread spend it low for me

And bitch you can’t unless you buy a gold roll for me

I’m focused, hustling til I get death

Chasing after this paper, get to it like I won’t get left

Robert with this De Niro like I don’t envision shit else

Stop with the bitch your ass ain’t touching else

In the streets like a flash light, haters meant that I shine on em

I heart they’re taking but they deal em when I put mine on em

Touch down and put that on em

, recline on em

bitch to their checkers, never rush, I take my time on em

I hear they talking down, oddly cause I’m too above niggas

I tell em suck my dick, no second guessing, ain’t no love nigga Money done ride

my dick, tell em to kiss my ass

And watch me kill em everyday like its my last

Everyday I smoke a ciggy

Blessings in the month of Ramadhan

Thousands of people line up just to see a nigga rhyme

Ball, I get lawyer to pay for a nigga time

Clock in by the hour, guns from powder

Really started ESGN and got niggas sour

That bitch can’t come around here

Niggas just won’t allow her

But if I catch her out bet that pussy gon' get devoured

Pimpin, keep it in me, I keep a cold ass bitch

Had to cuss some niggas off, that was on some ho ass shit

Hurt my heart, it was some niggas I used to throw down with

Now I ain’t got shit to give ya ass before the programmes begin

I live my life