Strugglin my life God damn I reflect on Those I used to hustle with And now we just fly kites Damn we be living some wild lifes We got to get them crackers to right They treat us like wild life Got to pay the bills for the building The precious building the type of shit that make you rob us a billion My whole generation was brainwashed Lookin' at the rims should I get em detailed or handwashed A man like his watch and his jersey Try to bring bricks down south and we stopped in new jersey Told them that the game was painful If you don't want to take time to think the bullets are brainful Big when they bang you then angels a change you I ain't trying to game you cause I'm in the game to Shit I been struggling for far too long My niggas on the block bubblin' for far too long
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My pain my thoughts my tears My struggle my life my fears I engraved my name in d streets But you don't know what I go through just to see my kids eat Those ain't pay up in 10 weeks The baby mumma drama all day cause I'm breaking home ends meet Past cota with me what the fuck you expect Wonder when this music industry gone cut me a cheque Chad told me look at my beeper I got the connect And even listen to the streets dog I got the respect If I die and go the hard way fuck it I'm a go hard Presense gonna be felt on the streets or in the prison yard Next I invision god right beside me with duck mella speil lotion and lee roy dolby Puck rock incidents dog that shit scarred me Picture me scared to die now nigga that's harvy no
Some real shit
Ay yo this is my clip my hammer my slugs And I still shed blood for the love of my thugs Still breaking days end while I blaze in the wind The struggle of my life hustlin right and after gym See I'm gifted with this curse You can feel in every verse I'll bring it from the dirt I'm the hell on this earth You can smell what I'm worth If these cheques don't cut Then these tecks gon buck You can tell how it hurt See my niggas need work My dog just got 25 and he need church And he seen worse When you try to take my pride and leave me stuffed with the pain Left my only stride nothing to lose only the game When I bang for the suffering 400 years We had enough of it It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it If I had to do it again I thug it twice Take a slice of the struggle in my life, oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
