(Chorus) ...Cause Everyday is any other day that we get up... (Foreground) - 4x Same place in the same time in my lane riding the same as we do any day and time, it's just to get up (1st Verse) You never hear Priest, with one or two enemies, never my niggas total half-a-dozen if any, if ever Circle tight as bonds niggas fuck with too many to sever I'm tryna make a dollar rubbing two pennies together With Cadillacs in every color as Indian feathers when back in the day, when they was plush with Corinthian leather Tryna get mine as any one or two cities could measure the life of the chooser, wouldn't substitute any to beggars ...But on and back again back-against-the-wall motion in Summer season-to-fall open, it's a day in the life and posted on the block Niggas hold the corner spot down to keep a closer watch scoping for the Cops ...Or niggas rap and think they be the chosen one to pop and say they're armed for action It's always competition in my city with eyes to detect your movement like it's moving target practice so stay in line just like a Supermarket, passing through Everyday... (Chorus) ...Cause Everyday is any other day that we get up... (Foreground) - 4x Same place in the same time in my lane riding the same as we do any day and time, it's just to get up (2nd Verse) Shit, I'm tryna map my timeline 'til it grows thin the world turns, with it, your life cycle in those spins Dreams of radio, define life with needle spins for limelight and 5 mics in the Source and people passed us in a rhyme cypher, "these poor kids, pipe dreams of rapping," They don't know I'm training like a prize fighter, keep both limbs strong enough to carry this dream with influenced by what we was bumping, and in hindsight, was East-coast then We want the praise, riches and respect but with minimum wage figures to collect back with a blank disc and a cassette in the days rhyming... I love home, but that's where the tragedy touches the worst but not 'fore reality touches it first It's where the heart is, but I never kept it on the sleeve and death is *Common sense* spoke of *Resurrection* on the streets The land where niggas work and never rested more than peace and recycle what's left with more to see as another day in Detroit.... (Chorus) ...Cause Everyday is any other day that we get up... (Foreground) - 4x Same place in the same time in my lane riding the same as we do any day and time, it's just to get up

(1st Verse) ...Yeah we traveled in the same circles, yeah 'Cause she's attractive is the main hurdle a lotta niggas, lotta traffic in the lane and looking for words to connect it be the book of love, or just another chapter in a blank journal Be on some hard to get, catch me if you can couple sexy Instagram pics, lotta niggas pressed to be her man.... Truth, you gotta pay if you decide to play if time was money, she wouldn't give you the time of day So, cautiously I step, she rolled her eyes at me Dropped a couple lines, and they multiplied at me But you don't know me, I don't even know what side that means besides you only fuck with dope boys and signed athletes... (Bridge) - 2x But She said that she heard, What I heard: was on and on again, it goes on and on again (2nd Verse) ...On some premadonna shit but interest in this independent chick and trying to befriend a mistress, the promiscuous type Casanova type, heard she the controlling type she was attractive mocha-light the actress overnight at Jazz at open mics ordered a double shot of Jack, a tad bit overpriced I'm tryna get that jacket open, kissing too, unwrapped the golden Trojan, bend it over right to crack it open twice (Hook) He Say, but She Say, But they still on your mind - (3x) ... But they still on your mind, but they still on your mind (Background) Gotta put me on, you gotta put me on, you gotta put me on, I said you gotta put me on... (3rd Verse) ...Yeah, we traveled in the same circle Said I "Wasn't so much forbidden fruit, but just a rotten apple and my game's verbal a straight Virgo, and heartless..." and I'm known just for "...ripping apart chicks all up in a day's workload Be on some Casanova shit, a mix of Pretty Tony, phony, mix half-bologna, half in holy matrimony..." "Like the rest of these niggas tryna get on and these bitches hyping him on, it's like.... It's like you think you spitting rhymes in a poem, I ain't the type of the games, I know you think it work because most of your life you was born to believe it I can see your trifling ways..." I said that "I ain't tryna put you on, but you talking and playing them games (Goddamn!)" (Hook) He Say, but She Say, But they still on your mind - (3x) ... But they still on your mind, but they still on your mind (Background) Gotta put me on, you gotta put me on, you gotta put me on, I said you gotta put me on...

Yeah... Uh-huh, uh-huh uh huh.... (1st Verse) As the roots of this rap shit blossom in my seed the Renaissance, to the city of Gotham as you compliment my steeze Please, no drama to my scene Fuck it, I'm giving it raw, it ain't no condom in my beats Monogamous, I mean True to the game Moving with the same pursuit of a Jew in Jerusalem's name This world of evil do'ers, lucifers, saints, chasing a lucrative wage I'm all three-into-one, it's RAP: a revolutionist's rage Fuck a dummy-down nigga smarten up, we sparking up some shit Pump your fist, love or dump it or bump it and fuck with it like or leave it, customer's pick the style switches like voluptuous chicks... (Bridge) It take something to break something (4x) (Hook) Takes one to know one said I'm second to no one Said I'm second to no one! (King David must be in my bones) (2nd Verse) This is Hip-hop: I spit proper proverbs to prosper the Witch Doctor to the Chakras give props to shit poppers Man, this shit is clockwork and chick's rock to mixed vodka Niggas spit scripted shit, Pac or Big Poppa Bitch stop it! Opposite of logic, STOP, the shit's pop to rimshots, my shit is Opera Risk oxygen to lock you in But Hip-hop has flip-flopped and slick, conscious wit blocked to get profit, with lots of imposters mixed into it, though no vision, I'm driven to blow I Go for broke in this road eroding the engine and spokes To recap it: Priest at it, reeks havoc to recapture it and freelancing it afterwards, acting as freak accidents Priest and it's Jaze Baqti is two Jazz Kings This the new last breed, check my New Jack Swing Seen a legacy to replicate with the pen and my project in your home, like Section 8 in the crib... (Bridge) It take something to break something (4x) (Hook) Takes one to know one said I'm second to no one Said I'm second to no one! (King David must be in my bones) (Bridge) It take something to break something (4x)

(1st Verse) Need Love, but so many niggas deprived of it never seen it once, but you tryna strengthen your ties to it You believe it does exist, but your vision is blind to it cause through the streets you wonder if your description is right or just the truth as anyone could tell it... It's love everywhere the proof, if any, comes as jealousy niggas divide through it Seen the struggle and the niggas that didn't apply to it makes you wanna leave in search of a different environment to be in They gotta love you to hate on you you gotta be doing something 'fore a nigga decide to It's a lot of ya'll professing it more have written a rhyme to it Just an average nobody, with a sense of entitlement ...Or maybe niggas rapping for the circle it builds cause niggas compliment you, fulfilling your personal thrills And the dreams of you crossing over commercial, is real where other niggas tried to achieve universal appeal You a self-proclaimed "bonafied legend," still a bitch behind the imported wine and the golden oversized necklace They targeting you notice the weapon that hits the hardest more than sparking the truth, and more harmful, is proof: you a pussy and everything you was starving to prove You think you validate with charting a tune? Nigga please, it ain't the cars and the jewels he ain't hated on, the problem ain't the publicist or record label marketing dude ...That nigga need love.... (Hook) - 2x ...It's gotta be, gotta be You know what Love is, it's gotta be something.... It's gotta be, gotta be Yo, he said he know what Love is, it's gotta be something.... (2nd Verse) Need love and so many women deprived of it never seen it once, but shit is so vivid describing it Niggas eat it up, she loves the attention denies it when them inner-demons come to surface she flinch at the sight of men Dreams to be a video vixen, the finest since Melissa Ford she a regular chick when the lighting dims on her Titties out, when she switching, the sight of it will make you wonder if she's showing some skin for the highest bid She backing niggas off, spit in their face And women act like it's not the type of attention they crave Like it's not their style or the type of position they play Like these niggas fowl and not the decision they make to give the ass on the first night (But niggas, they the dogs though...) According to this bird, flight at night but at a crossroads Wondering: "Why do dudes only wanna smash?" and she only wanna ask after she open her knees ...Maybe the shit is simple and she's not a victim a hoe is hoe, with no underlying emotional needs Or daddy issues... "These bitches hating" according to her When she forming her words, bitches roll their eyes at her They ain't paying you no attention If so them bitches laughing at you cause niggas grabbing at you, the average black dude with a couple of dollars in his possession can have a piece She let him blaze it without protection and had a seed Aborted it, that's number four even got a rap sheet Fucked a married man and she got her trifling ass beat Got a reputation and she live with the pain it ain't no hater, no women or no nigga to blame... That woman need a hug.... (Hook) - 4x ...It's gotta be, gotta be You know what Love is, it's gotta be something.... It's gotta be, gotta be Yo, he said he know what Love is, it's gotta be something....

(1st Verse) Another story to be told, The city motherfucker this the real, and a majority be broke No glory to behold, or to be had and said the man ain't the money if your fortune is pre-owned I'm tryna rent or lease a dollar not lose or relinquish power When every shortage you bring home means it's just another portion to be loaned to you You feel the pain and when it pours into each bone and though it's more than you lead on and every morning you leave home, do you speak the language? Money talks, native tongue we all speak it, it's the greatest love ever known to man I hope you settle on a plan or layout cause niggas travel in the safe route and bout the fast money Express ways of an *expressway* to get it nigga, when you *inner* sections, hope you bring your best behavior with it Say it's real until finish line, though so what's the glory if a nigga never live and die broke? (Hook) - 2x I put my City High smoke to get the whole city high I put my City High smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride... If you, can't live forever then be something that will And if you, can't live forever then be something that will... (2nd Verse) They say to change you keep receipts for, destined to return to it and there the streets wait, after parole and release dates but no clean slate or second chance A repeat offender my freedom withers on either side of the bars with no leisure with the cards stacked like this The hardest rap you ever heard: That 25-to-Life shit No sunny-side tonight ends, darkness of the days and you can charge it to the game of life shit cause in a margin of a page I could barely capture it: A rapper in the back of an ambulance gasping with the last of his breath That ain't a accident these bullets they had a name First and Last It's no coincidence, these niggas was circling back to the block and was confident for the kill it's a consequence of the real: when a nigga's crying out to his mom's the only way that most of us are leaving the scene is hooked to a breathing machine and they're pronouncing him gone and THAT'S the real! (Hook) - 2x I put my City High smoke to get the whole city high I put my City High smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride... If you, can't live forever then be something that will And if you, can't live forever then be something that will... (3rd Verse) I gives a fuck about your status riding dick to get accepted and banking on another man's image just to get respected Since you endorse him you should be splitting your check with him or in the streets with him risking your neck with him But at your detriment he see himself in these lows Two niggas, same stumping grounds More or less could be both of them struggling Perhaps when jealous men, as niggas call See you flaunt this vision of riches and ghetto wealth and he broke Will make you wanna try the same niggas that benefit the most Ain't no gentleman approach, cause you ain't living it Besides, your penmanship and privilege is a joke Behind your five or ten minutes to blow you niggas get your membership revoked In truth, it ain't a portrait of what you is and you ain't shown a portion of what you did You niggas oughta be fortunate if you live The realest niggas never do You either stuffed in a box, or bused in with buckles and locks... (Hook) - 2x I put my City High smoke to get the whole city high I put my City High smoke clears, whole city wide, just ride... If you, can't live forever then be something that will And if you, can't live forever then be something that will...

(1st Verse) What he saw was his life in the big screen a light beyond the night through the side of a dim street In a cypher, spitting his life in a sixteen Hoping his money will grow to the height of his big dreams Back in the day, we was scribbling rhymes openly dwindling time mostly and they told me when I see the sky Remember to fly closely, hopefully won't be most of these niggas living to die broke We in the same boat, for the time being, and hope is floating against the current You place a distant third, in a first and a second attempt Hope the bigger picture is worth the perfectionist's pen it took to create with Am I caged in the same shit? And whenever the page flips and no question if it's the same twist ending with no end to it Hoping my lane switch and I'm hoping it's no delays in it Hoping it make sense is what I'm hoping... (Hook) "...And on the real, it's just to get by and spend your minutes alive until your limited time is up," And said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside" Said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside" (And I am what I am, and I'm doing what I came to do and you can put that on your mind and trust....) (2nd Verse) Yeah... I see the stage is set lights, camera, action for the favorite guest A painful threat, to lose it all when you never had shit and crave respect You still tryna establish what you built out of imagining what's complex in a dream even envisioning mansions and executive suites Letting my testament speak my only weapon is speech you're no reflection of me only represent Priest I ain't addressing no beef, plain as ever, no grief or blame, regret or no sleep... yeah But shit I'm contemplating it now mind's flooded trying not to complicate it with doubts My time's coming, just another somber face in the crowd with a bunch of roses in a city block awaiting to sprout Yeah... But seen the city steal more than you can imagine, in short: no compensation for the damages for an imaginative war with no commander of this war then you can abandon the remorse given a chance and a reward The answer we more than have to establish: What we after? To be more than what we asking to be More than that, we answered it before Like, so when niggas read in between the lines you peep what's either beside or what lies beneath my rhymes I wanna be in the driver seat you niggas passengers and looking through the eyes of Priest... (Hook) "...And on the real, it's just to get by and spend your minutes alive until your limited time is up," And said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside" Said: "I'll catch you on the Flipside" (And I am what I am, and I'm doing what I came to do and you can put that on your mind and trust....)

(1st Verse) Story told true the older heads used to say that glory holds youth in poorly grown roots But rose up, blossoming a juvenile when I sharpen my techniques with the spark of a stress leaf and through the storm a Category Four's loose My niggas storm through and storm troop and never test it, like a laboratory-formed tube Show and prove, listen: A focused, true vision and I map it out before you niggas rolled the blueprints in... It's money in the bank Fuck it, I'm a dreamer seeing niggas sitting lovely in the paint and the chase could mean the money in the bank I love the cityscape but seen the Apple rot at 42nd up to 58th And nigga what your life is? Or rather, what the price is? And when the lights of your life dim, is it fight or flight risk? An end with no end to it Now put that on your mind and what it mean to you to put that on the line, and still dreaming... (Hook) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up my mind is made up, they tried to say it's plain luck From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up my mind is made up, from the bottom and I came up... (2nd Verse) Yeah the storm drags on tried to make it rain, but got the forecast wrong Niggas starving, the four-track'll be the four-course of action for the solid gold, pot of gold to keep the product sold to common folks Want my pockets swole evenly I pen it to the page, lost in it, it's Michigan I represent it to the graveyard Masterpiece, everything I spit is framed art You living in the past? Then reminisce the days lost I get this... It's money in the bank Fuck it, I'm a dreamer seeing niggas sitting lovely in the paint and the chase could mean the money in the bank You're dusty in this race but watch the niggas that your buzz affiliates you with and even so without it, same deal These niggas ain't real just a bunch of starving artists that's after the same meal Money on my mind, call it paper weight A grind, that only time tells to redefine self Or still dreaming... (Hook) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up my mind is made up, they tried to say it's plain luck From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up my mind is made up, from the bottom and I came up... (3rd Verse) Defying the bliss of the moment and denying the glitz Undying in wish, Priest be stacking his retirement chips with no poker face, I got niggas I aspire to lift that see the hand that I'm dealt You niggas just riding the fence I'm reprimanding myself to say I'm not feeling your style, I guess I would never hate on a nigga that's tryna see a million No doubt, but check you niggas steer the conversation wrong like an automobile in your mouth And really you can go anyway with it You won't slow any paper but if you chose to relate to it, though Cause really I could show you yesterday through it, told through the eyes of my past and told through what lies in my path when you're rewinding me back "With his binoculars aimed to the top," he said Like he was photo-shopped in this game Wants the photo Op with his name From kicking wisdom that an old philosopher paints And from the oldest drop in his veins with the whole metropolis aiming to get it... (Hook) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up my mind is made up, they tried to say it's plain luck From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) From the Bottom out of nothing it came (And you waiting to see) It's the money on my mind and so my mind is made up my mind is made up, from the bottom and I came up...

**Sample Hook** Priest, Strangelove on the beat My nigga, lil nigga... (1st Verse) And they saying I'm the shit, I defecate on beats but seeing that I'm pressed to play lowkey Trying to be a domestic name known up in your Section 8 home cause niggas you pop in the deck is plain ol' weak So what you pressing play for, B? Peace out to niggas that's stressing a J-O-B For all the companies your resume won't reach I been there with a tense glare When the fridge bares, when the bliss wears and the checks deflate on Priest Artist starving for the one shot deal, the shit that I wrote is so you can feel it and witness my growth To have these niggas opening doors for me holding the throne for me put my ass in it and fasten in The fabric thins of the rap shit and from the cloth cut a classic mapping the traffic of these niggas in the same lane to be heard Painstakingly worse at the gridlock and so I improv through the ten blocks where niggas pitch rocks Been doing it.... **Sample Hook** (2nd Verse) Cause this is the diary of a broke nigga, the whole picture and true when it's wrote in Pulp Fiction Fuck the gimmicks, you can spare the nonsense cause when you kicking life shit they say it's righteous, likened to spitting Farahkkan shit and get compared to Com Sense Nigga, this my shit Palms clenched stressing the dream of money we hoping in vain to get Stuck in this lane and humble up in this jungle niggas be struggling, when disgruntled, changing the script They loving the young and upcoming the troubled and the hunger of the Underground in the struggle when the trumpets sound And you hustle where the luck is found And you're rupturing the structured ground with your sound Connection is deep And said the game needs a change and hope you kept the receipts I'm second to none, until my day of reckoning comes Until the final breath in my lungs, the treacherous slums Remembered it all: A view of it all, like aerial shots the projects, the liquor stores and burial plots that Priest remembers... **Sample Hook**

(1st Verse) See the hood is a graveyard the projects are the tombstones with names engraved in the mailboxes In a size a cellblock is call it home in a cemetery that's twelve blocks thick The corner spot a quarter block down is the favorite haunt where niggas toasting to life or they're easing the effects of it If it's any difference So, niggas ride or die until the engine smoke to represent the life ...Or death (Hook) Cause it's a living hell in the block, a dead man walking it a dead man walking, it's life or something like it And pour it up, pour it out Reminisce the last one When you put the glass up, the life The life, niggas living for the night Life or something like it, a dead man walking to the light The light A dead man walking to the light The light A dead man walking to the light... (2nd Verse) They say it's evil lurking, that pass through the human spirit So niggas escape through crack, booze or through syringes The evil is spoke with half-truths and superstition And camouflaging it with tattoos of crucifixes Praying to god, with a complex just a nigga from the projects with a gun Fear none, cause your last moment here could be the next You're giving life, but only if you're promised it with death.... (Hook) Cause it's a living hell in the block, a dead man walking it a dead man walking, it's life or something like it And pour it up, pour it out Reminisce the last one When you put the glass up, the life The life, niggas living for the night Life or something like it, a dead man walking to the light The light A dead man walking to the light The light A dead man walking to the light... (3rd Verse) Yeah, it's a war going out, niggas hurt or be scarred Stab wounds, gun shot victims, surgery marks Frantic, with the panic spreading with emergency calls The ghetto, niggas feel it when it touch home Spending months gone, and back The dead are resurrected as niggas standing on the corner their fathers and their uncles stood proudly A life ago, busting they guns casting a shadow of death in the night Said his heaven is the moonlight Overhead, smoking to the clouds with the older heads living their life through younger niggas Other pictures of the past, still-frames in their minds lived through the wars but still feel pains in their spines Reminiscing all the realest nigga's names in their time who they exist through the pain in their eyes, is for the dead men.... (Hook) Cause it's a living hell in the block, a dead man walking it a dead man walking, it's life or something like it And pour it up, pour it out Reminisce the last one When you put the glass up, the life The life, niggas living for the night Life or something like it, a dead man walking to the light The light A dead man walking to the light The light A dead man walking to the light...