Everyday Struggles lyrics

(Chorus)

(I dont want to live anymore
Sometimes i hear death knocking at my front door
Im living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle
Another day another stuggle)

(I dont want to live anymore
Sometimes i hear death knocking at my front door
Im living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle
Another day another stuggle)

I Dont want to Live anymore
World so cold
Make it hard to stay gold
Trying to do right but everythings wrong
Mother making money but im still selling dope
Guess im doing it for the Hell it
Adrenline kickin in When flipping it
Raised in the surbrubs
Just to be Hood rich
b*tches by the collar
I ain't talking about chicks
Made a couple bucks
Off that dog fighting sh*t
I truly feel bad
Thats some everyday sh*t
n*ggas lost they life for my avarice
Started with a quarter
`now im flipping ounces
Droning in my sin
Soon to face consequence
Smart enough to be legal rich
But im a take the easy way
& be hood rich off these
Addicts and dealers
Who dont amount to sh*t...
Days in the kitchen
Cooking like a chef but
Im more like a chemist
Certified edition
Of a mogul with ambition
Under 21
Making more than tuition
You could say im living
1st look at me
Wouldn't guess that im getting it
But it be the quiet ones
Getting all the millions
For every dollar made is another hater gained
Learned that the hard way
The hood is f*cking triflon
n*ggas tried to rob me
44 make these n*ggas dance like lite feet, All in
Like me, Chips in
Might be the Last kid like me
If your a wannabe
You should a end ya' life B
Talking crazy
n*gga dont entice me
Boy threatened to slice me
Disappeared without a trace
Have you seen this childs face
Do they still put kids on cartons
And he had a girl
Heard she went to clare barton
Now she in my inbox
Saying baby can you pipe it
I dont rhyme that much
So these punch lines i fight with
Jabs to your head
Got me looking like tyson
n*ggas more like wwe
Yall ain't hitting me
HARLEM State of mind
But Brooklyns
Where i wanna be
Tragic but true i ain't even feeling you
8 words i these girls
After they come through
Original lady killer
You could call me
Jack the ripper
[How you feel
About those n*ggas]
(I Dont feel anything)

All I hear is Talking n*ggas Chattin Ain't no Action
This ain't a Drama Movie but all these n*ggas Actors

(chorus)
(I dont want to live anymore
Sometimes i hear death knocking at my front door
Im living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle
Another day another stuggle)