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4evanaday (Theme)

Big K.R.I.T.

4eva N a Day

2012

They said it couldn't be forever
Wouldn't be forever
The grain ain't enough
You gotta mix it with the leather
Your grind ain't enough
You gotta

to holler I need you
Grew up thugging with my momma Got to get the money for my momma Momma said Life a box of chocolates Young forest gump in the projects

do this for siblings and momma
And baby momma
And of course my lil mini me's
Got no energy for no enemies
Rather be Crawling through hundreds
Like

came out the shower
Everyday I be surrounded by bosses
Winning right now but I took a few losses
Promised my momma I'll make it
So I'm waking up every

it seems
Fuck a nine-five i make 10K a week
Momma call me a saint making plays like drew brees
In sum all white air forces blue jeans and white tee

make it happen, you said you fronted who a hal-key of that what
I seen him going crazy, that nigga at Magic's 
We flip a script, like I'm flipping

a product of nothing 
Reach if you want, you gonna need you a reverend 
I'm still in the mix, I'm reup by 7
Street , I'm catching bites on a sunday

(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I seen you

one night n put a bullet through his brain
Crazy thing is said the momma the same
Tried to go to school but she really couldn't pay
Situation different

A Life in the Day of Benjamin André (Incomplete)

OutKast

Speakerboxxx/The Love Below

2003

regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do

I've been a problem since 2000 Jiggin' my swag, you know I can't allow it
Fuckin' this bitch and she said that she tired Drippin' so hard like I came

do it but mama we good
I mix my problems with a little bit of karma and comas. Financially good (AND)
I mix my wock by the liter they follow the leader

Rihanna
In the mix is what I am not
I don't do the drama
Bitch I'm lit like a Molotov
Baby I'm on fire
I can't switch on my brothers
For no figures and for

slice of lettuce (what else?)
And a glass of milk and some cookies
Spotted in the mist was the BK logo
What we said, well, what do you know
This chick

slice of lettuce (what else?)
And a glass of milk and some cookies
Spotted in the mist was the BK logo
What we said, well, what do you know
This chick

Whipped'em like butter
I do's it for the single Mothers, gangsters and hustlers
Mix Mike, Uncle Connie wish you was here
They said I wouldn't succeed now boy

regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do

Said I been smoking marijuana 
You can see it in my eyes 
I been up inside the studio since 745 
Shawty told me to come over 
I said bet I’m boutta

really know the way
She said you can start with love first
Ok 

My daddy said I should've finished college
My momma realized I was a pot head
I just fear

cell I was by myself 
Tuned me right on up like my timing belt 
Now releasing that cracking so you watch what happen when I mix that anger with what I

to the face
Perc 3-0 nose Im wide awake 
Momma said slow down I said I’ll be okay 
Rockstar junkie withdrawals every single day
Smoke by the pound that’s

Smack me a nigga Thats word to my momma 

Hurd what I said didn’t get a word 
You really a bozo nigga what u Hurd 

You ain’t bringing it to me nigga

Guwop

DJ Dallas Green

Turn Up Why Turn Down

team
Flockaveli that's my shooter
R.I.P to my nigga Dunk
Think about your ass every day
Momma called, said she need some money
Sent her ten bands

Guwop N***a

Gucci Mane

Guwop N***a

team
Flockaveli that's my shooter
R.I.P to my nigga Dunk
Think about your ass every day
Momma called, said she need some money
Sent her ten bands