Anyday Lyrics - Singles - Amil

Call this bitch yor nigga when time is rough 

I lost a lot when you fell, life is hard to bluff 

You think its hell where you at 

Shit its hell on the streets 

You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat 

Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff 

Thinking I'm lost laying down 

Sex for trips and stuff 

I'll admit it I'm use to the finer things 

We had major names even on the minor things 

Everywhere we went, mad bitches sizing me up 

You know they tight now, shit I get to drive the trucks 

But I wish you were spreading it riding it rough 

I think I miss that more then you buying me stuff 

Since you got knocked your man tried to hollar at me 

And those nigga's you stuck, they throwing dollars at me 

But you know this gaming, and Im just keeping it real 

Holding you down until you back on the field 

Feels like I do 

I feel when feeling down 

In the ground feeling down 

It can be most anyday 

Feels like I do 

I feel when feeling down 

In the ground feeling down 

It can be most anyday 

Don't worry 'bout these streets I'm conrolling these grounds 

I might slip and miss a V-I but I'm holding it down 

Got the kids to take care its hard out here 

And its tearing my heart to play my part out here 

I seen that snitch and you know I got plots 4 years 

And your bid make me feel like I got the chair 

But ain't nobody tapping this I rather tap my own 

Watching tapes we made while I'm resting alone 

Wishing you home, pictures of you flipping the chrome 

What kind of chic will leave her man when he out the zone 

Me without you is like a stickman without a silencer 

Got me X-ing off days on the calendar 

I miss loading the glock so you could control the block 

I miss watching you work the dogs to tighten the lock 

Think of the time boo pushing it like a 6 double o 

You get your weight up I'm a drain you once they let go 

Feels like I do 

I feel when feeling down 

In the ground feeling down 

It can be most anyday 

I can see us back on the bricks, me on your shoulder 

Letting bitches know they wishes to have you are over 

So you ring your broads while you locked away 

I know its hard for a nigga on top not to play 

See Amil's the one you kept draped in ice 

I'm the one waiting silk down caked in spice 

Waiting for your calls or my box to vibrate 

Hoping you want me to come scoop you not being more weight 

I fell from Gucci sandals back to no name brands 

From a six and a mansion to beating the sands 

Staying true make ends meet to have enough for the love I take 

All-savage and stuff 

Have a brick where most F.E.D.S. dare to touch 

Fear none to see the cash, and us popping the clutch 

Chopping a Dutch-flip cop twice as much living low key 

A minute then heist and stuff 

If I have to wait while you gone I'm a take what comes 

If you don't see cash, know its hard in the slums 

Cause I ran through the stash and it ain't no funds