Everyday - Zulo

So I took a chance and kept my fingers crossed

Started losing rands but at a winner’s cost

Might have shed a tear, you’d think a nigga’s soft

All that, just so I can hear that it’s a bigger loss

But I’m a freaking boss

I ain’t working for none of y’all

So I’m not even trynna please some of y’all

Shit, I’m done with y’all

Honestly, honesty is honourably the policy

The industry’s dishonesty is possibly inequality

Cause I’m just trynna get mine

I’m just trynna do me

And I couldn’t give a damn what the people say (ay-yay-yay)

Damn what the people say (ay-yay-yay)

I’m on my grind, like, everyday (eish)

I’m on my grind, like, everyday (eish)

I’m on my grind, like, everyday (eish)

I’m on my grind, like, everyday

So I could give a damn what the people say

(What Tricky all up in his head for?)

Well, this what imma do though

Get back at South Africa’s Got Talent cause they said, «No,»

And y’all like, «Oh, you think you all that, bro?»

Well, if I didn’t, I won’t be all that, ho

Your opinion’s not appreciated

I’m that hypocritical asshole, I’m so opinionated

Cause, really, y’all are like the lyrics of a house song

It’s like one of y’all came in and the rest was duplicated

Up and coming rappers gone stupid

Ooh, somebody’s acting too exclusive

Y’all like, «#TeamFollowBack»

And a couple weeks later unfollow everybody

Well, fuck you, I unfollow back

I can’t reply to your mentions or your subtweets, boy

I can’t deny my attention is in these streets, boy

Oh, I see you

You got something to say to me?

No, you don’t, cause ya’ll niggas afraid of me

My time is now, I ain’t even set my alarm

«But how he rapping, his religion is Islam?»

Lord, protect me from the fires of Shaitaan

But I can’t remember when last I read the Qur’an

(Damn)

I’m always mentioned when they speak of SA hip-hop's best

And if I ain’t mentioned by somebody, they ain’t heard of me yet

Cause when you’re great

And everybody says that you’re great cause you’re great

But once you say that you’re great then they hate

You see, these days, it ain’t about all the hard work that you do

If you know a nigga who know a nigga who know a nigga, you’re cool (woo)

Y’all Caesar niggas lack intelligence

I ain’t arrogant, I’m extravagant

Fuck your comparison, it’s irrelevant

But

Ooh, they like me, they really, really like me

But I don’t even break a sweat when the pressure hit

Cause I might fuck around in my room-io

And definitely come out with a fresher hit

Look at all the props I give to myself

It’s a gift to myself

I’m just lifting myself

But Blayze was to me

Like what Future was to Jimmy

Or Godparents was to Timmy

Now I grant wishes myself

Haha

I guess I fucked up the promotion

After tweeting shit that put my career outta motion

But finalist but the winner’s already chosen?

Well, pardon me for being a little outspoken