[Hook - Quavo:] Everybody been through it Everybody used to it But ain't nobody new to it We all gone go through it And that's the struggle Struggle, struggle, struggle Call it the struggle Struggle, struggle, struggle
[Verse 1 - Quavo:] Got to survive, the struggle I had to get my money cause I ain't have no muscle My squad gon ride that's because I trust em If he want to die, know my squad gon bust him If they ain't with us then my nigga fuck em It's a struggle in my hood, blue Benjamins, I touch em RIP to Mike Brown, I heard my nigga fuck with us Middle finger to the police dare them niggas fuck with us (Fuck 12!) I got all these chains, I'm representing slavery Only listen to my God and mama, that's who made me When my brother [?] called my phone, that shit was crazy RIP my brother Pistol Pete, let em know we made it Mama told me that she can't visit me in the pen She want to break me out and I can't see her going in I swear to God you might ain't seen it But if you been through the struggle I know you feel this
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[Verse 2 - Takeoff:] See the struggle is a motherfucker Nigga tryna hit me for my chain, but I ain't gon let him touch it Go to any state, walk through your hood and I ain't got to tuck em Swear to God if you touch my brother I ain't gon hesitate to bust ya Niggas see you getting money, plotting, tryna take it from ya It'll hurt you if you know your right hand man, he telling on you Break down me a Backwood, rolling me a blunt of marijuana OutKast in my Backwood, young nigga smoking on Stankonia Remember plugging up that George Foreman Early in the morning eat leftovers I had to warm it, now a young nigga eat steak and shrimp and Benihanas I remember ten piece chicken nuggets from McDonalds I remember mama said get up, go get that money Stand solid, never let another nigga take it from you I told you mama, now you got that mansion that you wanted I came a long way from renting the Audi, now I own it Rest in peace Ree-Ree and Pistol Pete, the top is lonely
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[Verse 3 - Offset:] First free my brothers, we used to build the mansions in the house with covers He used to beat me, told me nigga get some muscle If you can't beat em then you gonna have to bust em It was a struggle, grandma dead, man I really wish I could hug her Migo gang la familia, so fuck the other I told my mama I got her back when I lost my brother Locked up for a strap said I wasn't going back and I still got in trouble If you got the sack then my niggas kidnap, call my niggas, they gutter Packing the dope, we kickin' in your door, we looking for the gold Keep the forties on my hip, the heater because the world is so cold Get the money, fuck the bitches, nigga that's the number one goal If a nigga want a pull up then a nigga got to be bold Five racks, hit him with the chopper, nigga you got to go You niggas is hoes when the pistol shows, you getting exposed Givenchy my toe, I came out that bowl, I lived on the stove
[Hook - Quavo]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
