Lyrics: TAKF
Music: TAKF
Arranger: TAKF
Everyday’s a hustle
I am the bottom thru the struggle
I put my heart on the floor
Before I grinded for more
Can I open tunnel vision
Living close to the door?
Cuz everyday is a hustle when you sleeping with the devil
No survival, this is the real world jungle
**** is cut throat, no matter how far you go
As a solo player, the type of game with souvenirs
A linear progression is the only right decision
To the next life
I’m talking about the ones you can not buy
With all the money and the power people still be dying in they sleep
Hustlers are cheap
See, all we do is living under capital fees
Maximal reach, bleach my mind so hard we almost believe that god could really set us free
Draft by number 3, but can’t fit in the league
So be the referee of fate with a college degree
Everyday is a hustle
When you hustle for life
Put the feelings aside
Fantasize the heaven seek a way out to climb
Define your own life, three hundred sixty five
Everyday is a hustle
When you hustle for life
Put the feelings aside
Fantasize the heaven seek a way out to climb
Define your own life, three hundred sixty five
Tell a story ain’t nobody can ever relate
Read thru the paper, not just the current paper chase
Life is all about the next page not the wage
So don’t just give up you just gotta stiffen your base
Everything is fake only you can change your faith
While contradicted by the money you hustle to make
But you can never take those with you after you faint
So we should focus on the wonders that we create
Decorate the world with our mistakes we take
Part of me brace it part of me debate
Like a chicken with his head cut off still in the cage
See thru peephole my people still tryna break
From the bottom, they don’t know where the **** should they go?
Living they life, under-glow the show that we provide
Only one thing for sho though, we all gotta die
You only live once, but the limit is sky
Everyday is a hustle
When you hustle for life
Put the feelings aside
Fantasize the heaven seek a way out to climb
Define your own life, three hundred sixty five
Everyday is a hustle
When you hustle for life
Put the feelings aside
Fantasize the heaven seek a way out to climb
Define your own life, three hundred sixty five
Everyday is a gamble, need more capital for the dreams
Trading soul for a dollar just to silence the screams
We in a loop, rinse, repeat the same themes
Same blueprints drawn by the ones behind the screens
Like the Truman show, Jim Carrey got controlled
By the crew cast, feed poison to his soul
Gotta scroll past lies just to find a little hope
Cut off the rope, he doesn’t know the world outside can barely cope
With his action, sleepless minds chasing grace
Can’t rewind time but we fight to find place
From cradle to the grave, every second a stage
But who’s really writing scripts in this digital cage?
So I pen pain for rhythm, campaign for freedom
Let the ink be the ladder that pulls me outta basement
You can not buy peace and that’s the hustler’s curse
So I still rhyme for the ones who still breaking the curse
Everyday is a hustle
When you hustle for life
Put the feelings aside
Fantasize the heaven seek a way out to climb
Define your own life, three hundred sixty five
Everyday is a hustle
When you hustle for life
Put the feelings aside
Fantasize the heaven seek a way out to climb
Define your own life, three hundred sixty five