[Verse 1: Whitney Peyton]
Listen
It's evident I'm better than you ever said I'll be
You better step directly, better yet just never mention me
Unless you want the extra beef, you best believe I dead the beat
That effortlessly rest in peace
Impress 'em, then I press repeat
Uh, gimme my dues, you didn't hеar that I'm the shit?
I came to bring you the nеws
I ain't the one, some two-timers got your numerals confused
She likes the way I'm ramen, so I get oodles of noods
You better chew all your food before you chokin' while you hatin'
I've seen every situation from the fakers' conversations to the critics' ravin'
I was center stage, they said I'd never make it
Flagrant information, now they beg for invitations
Save it

[Chorus: Whitney Peyton]
I was knocked down nearly every day
Dusted off my crown nearly every day
Turned it all around, yeah I found a way
Never paid attention, now you checkin' for me every day
Hold up
I glowed up, now they all show love
Every day
Hold up, I show up and the place goes nuts
Every day
[Verse 2: Jahred from (hed) P.E]
We get to work on time, like every day (Work)
No days off, we grind every day (Grind)
Murder, murder in America every day
Hold off, smoke up every day, all-day
I'm insecure, paranoid and it's not okay
I still get up and go to war, every fucking day
Nothing can stop my forward motion tho', fuck out the way (Inertia)
Suicidal, bad brains, I got that PMA (Okay)
You got issues (You trippin', trippin')
That cap is DOA (Dead)
Standard issues while you hatin' (Hatin'), the fuck out the way (The fuck out the way)
Put your hate away (Put your hate away) before I get you hurt
Don't throw it all away, we do this every day
When it's time I'ma die with my eyes wide open
But not yet - I'm breathing, I'm chosen
I'm in the game playin', you on the sidelines hatin' (Hol' up)
Hold up, show love when I roll up with Ms. Peyton

[Verse 3: Madchild]
Yeah
You loose cannon, little Hulk
Bruce Banner, who's damaged?
I'm grinding, I'm hungry, I'm famished ,you vanished
Makin' a record that's taking a second then checking for what I'm doing, it's great
Feelin' my reckoning now it's consecutive
Eating up animals, licking my plate
Ey, I am not the raptor, ain't no written statement
I get obnoxious when I snap on tracks, Whitney Peyton
Everything I spit is blatant, kicks are pretty basic
Last two girls I dated related kids to Satan
Little Hitter's back, I'm swinging for the fences
The game needs me, I don't need an intervention
I take my inner tension, then I get adventurous
No good is stupid, so eventually, they'll pay attention
Problem was persistence, inconsistency
One man gang, I'm the general of this infantry
Angry infant, I am fired up and still charging
Oh gee, yelling at your kids like I'm a drill sergeant
[Chorus: Whitney Peyton]
I was knocked down nearly every day
Dustin' off my crown nearly every day
Turn it all around, yeah I found a way
Never paid attention, now you checkin' for me every day
Hold up
I glowed up, now they all show love
Every day
Hold up, (What?)
I show up and the place goes nuts
Every day

[Verse 4: Chucky Chuck]
You die once, but you live your life every day
Do what you like, love it, never waste your time away
It's a blessing when you're living life your way
Like "I don't give a fuck, I kick it with the vibe" stay
I'm only human though so yes, my mind it goes astray
I battle with these demons, I do it every day
Head of a sick fuck, yet Chuck's a sick cunt
Swap models, smoke blunt
Every day I ease pain
Medicate, all I do is medicate
Head in the clouds, heads lord levitate
Let me set you straight, you can hate , I don't give a fuck
Just have fun and laugh, you don't want this bloodbath
I'm tellin' you, I'll get at you
Shit'll get pitiful, playin' with the pistol got the missile
And it's aimed at you
Heat-seeking, I'm on your neck like every day
Knockin' at your door, you just wishin' that I'll go away (Bye-bye)
[Verse 5: Eddie from Dropout Kings]
'Cus I'm easily one of the greatest
No need to state it to basic rappers, I'm status under these stages I stay on
Overstepping foes like I'm A.I
The double crossed enabled to be computed by suckers while they friends fly out the picture
Their ankles broken, my style sicker and slicker than COVID
Inside a liquid farm
Tasted like liquor sippers
Bouncing like ass on strippers
Shot it like stars and dippers
And grow bigger 'til we zipper
Come together as I behead 'em because I've been ahead of any plan or contingencies that they had instead
Don't ever fuck with the feds
I duck 'em and I back
Dodgin' bullets that they bustin'
Shotgun my melanin flesh
A felon know, yes, but only because my mind a threat
To the fabricated oasis, where your life has been set
I bring the dark like I'm Set
Only doin' my in my [?]
A round of applause for life from the God

[Chorus: Whitney Peyton]
I was knocked down nearly every day
Dustin' off my crown nearly every day
Turn it all around, yeah I found a way
Never paid attention, now you checkin' for me every day
Hold up
I glowed up, now they all show love
Every day
Hold up, I show up and the place goes nuts
Every day

[Verse 6: Johnny Richter]
I started wreaking havoc back to being problematic
On the stage I am a savage makin' every show a classic
My career's been documented and my name is well established
So is my struggle with addiction, go re-listen to "Bad Habits"
What didn't kill me, only made me stronger - I'll weather the storm
And lately I've been payin' reparations to the ones at home
So save your speculations as to why and where the fuck I've gone
'Cus first you gotta make it right at home and then you can move on
But I digress to those that seemed to fucking forget
How much I did invest in Kotton out there, now the King Klick (King Klick)
So quit the bullshit and keep your joints lit
'Cus your boy Jay Richt's back at it again
A pioneer in the weed rap game that's a fact
And now I'm circlin' back to everywhere on the map
And I ain't stoppin' 'til they toss me in the coffin
Even then I'll still be rockin', only with your pop poppin'

[Verse 7: Obnoxious]
Every day I'm getting better and better, my peak raisin'
Snatch whack emcees off the mic when the beat playin'
My sixteen's like the metal Wolverine made with
I made this while chained inside Stephen King's basement
The pavement, I'm banging your head until it crack
Then wait 'til you heal in the hospital, peel it back
Snatch your posters off of the wall then steal the tacks
Wipe my ass with it, all that you [Gimmies?] can feel the trash
In the city dump, all that garbage that never sold
I'm the diamond in the rough uh-huh make pressure fold
The block's hot, I want my opps better cold
In the morgue chillin', low willin' to take a load
If they roll up, we smokin' 'em like we fried hookah
My shooters put 'em in the sky like Jimmy Fly Snuka
Don't drive Uber, got a body in the back
It's the sub noise captain and somebody on the track (Yeah, that)