Through The Day Young M.A

[Verse 1]
Cops is firing, niggas is dying
And for the ones tryna make it out, please keep trying
Cause niggas out here die for no reason, it's killer season
Kids dying, somebody's son, daughter, nephew, and nieces
R.I.P big bro, I swear I miss you man
I wish I was right up there hanging with you man
In the hood there's no hope, them crackers take us for jokes
They laugh at us, when we successful they mad at us
Crack fiends in the hood with bad habits
And cops passing always tryna stop and harass us
Liquor stores on the corner, they tryna line us
Go to white neighborhoods, you hardly find one
It's a cold world, that's why we hold heat
Either your pops in jail, dead, or a deadbeat
We gotta eat by any means necessary
Cause niggas hustle from February to February
And ain't no telling how many niggas in cemeteries
It hurt to see my brother's name on that obituary
They tryna bring us down but fuck 'em, we ain't breaking
And for my brother, I promised that nigga that I'ma make it

[Hook]
I'm just tryna make it through the day
And I just wanna get away
So I'ma inhale until I'm out of breath
And I'ma drink this bottle 'til it's nothing left