Struggle
Everything feel like a struggle when you comin from the bottom
Niggas speak on how you livin but ain't goin through yo problems
I'm just tryna make it out I know the devil tryna stop it
They don't care bout how I'm feelin they
Just care about my wallet
So many people switchin on me I don't know what's true or not
Momma gettin me from school heard my cousin got shot
We tryna get sum money E be trappin on the block
Ian even feelin safe stacking money for a Glock
So many people hate me now but gone love me when I'm gone
1000 People follow me how the fuck I feel alone
I don't speak on how I'm feelin I just put it inna song
I put my passion in my lyrics you can hear it in my tone
Getting money in my city is a target on yo dome
Just in case we got them hollows they be all up in the chrome
Yeah my people tell me one day you gon make it to the throne
People hoppin on my dick
I did this shit all on my own
To many problems I be facin got my back against the ropes
Just to see me in the stu they on the corner sellin dope
Demons eatin me alive they be takin all my hope
Shit got dangerous in the streets, I was watchin on the porch
Why the hell you went and changed that shit hurt me to my soul
You was posed to be the one but you went ahead and fold
Auntie askin me fo money back to back smokin ports
It's just me myself and I as I'm walkin down this road
Everything feel like a struggle when you comin from the bottom
Niggas speak on how you livin but ain't goin through yo problems
I'm just tryna make it out I know the devil tryna stop it
They don't care bout how I'm feelin they
Just care about my wallet
So many people switchin on me I don't know what's true or not
Momma gettin me from school heard my cousin got shot
We tryna get sum money E be trappin on the block
Ian even feelin safe stacking money for a Glock
I put my trust inside my brother fo I put it in these hoes
Quick to bust a nigga brain just fo a piece of solid gold
I be watching fo the snakes I swear to god I'm on my toes
Say you love me till the end why the fuck you had to fold
Boy I ain't instagramin shit because I know just what I know
Abg whoever want it mane it's up that's on my soul
When Myra died I wonder why but that shit made me hella cold
Dirty money in my wallet, that shit dirtier then mold
I been steppin on these niggas really quick to get em fold
You ain't Neva seen a body while u ridin up the road
We be quick to solve a problem, 40 blacker then some bold
That bandana changed his life now he livin by a code
You ain't never give a damn, you let me struggle in the cold
How you claimin you dat nigga but you went ahead and told
Took my chances with yo love why the hell you never rode
Ima stack up all my money, That's the only way I roll
Everything feel like a struggle when you comin from the bottom
Niggas speak on how you livin but ain't goin through yo problems
I'm just tryna make it out I know the devil tryna stop it
They don't care bout how I'm feelin they
Just care about my wallet
So many people switchin on me I don't know what's true or not
Momma gettin me from school heard my cousin got shot
We tryna get sum money E be trappin on the block
Ian even feelin safe stacking money for a Glock
Niggas speak on how you livin but ain't goin through yo problems
I'm just tryna make it out I know the devil tryna stop it
They don't care bout how I'm feelin they
Just care about my wallet
So many people switchin on me I don't know what's true or not
Momma gettin me from school heard my cousin got shot
We tryna get sum money E be trappin on the block
Ian even feelin safe stacking money for a Glock
So many people hate me now but gone love me when I'm gone
1000 People follow me how the fuck I feel alone
I don't speak on how I'm feelin I just put it inna song
I put my passion in my lyrics you can hear it in my tone
Getting money in my city is a target on yo dome
Just in case we got them hollows they be all up in the chrome
Yeah my people tell me one day you gon make it to the throne
People hoppin on my dick
I did this shit all on my own
To many problems I be facin got my back against the ropes
Just to see me in the stu they on the corner sellin dope
Demons eatin me alive they be takin all my hope
Shit got dangerous in the streets, I was watchin on the porch
Why the hell you went and changed that shit hurt me to my soul
You was posed to be the one but you went ahead and fold
Auntie askin me fo money back to back smokin ports
It's just me myself and I as I'm walkin down this road
Everything feel like a struggle when you comin from the bottom
Niggas speak on how you livin but ain't goin through yo problems
I'm just tryna make it out I know the devil tryna stop it
They don't care bout how I'm feelin they
Just care about my wallet
So many people switchin on me I don't know what's true or not
Momma gettin me from school heard my cousin got shot
We tryna get sum money E be trappin on the block
Ian even feelin safe stacking money for a Glock
I put my trust inside my brother fo I put it in these hoes
Quick to bust a nigga brain just fo a piece of solid gold
I be watching fo the snakes I swear to god I'm on my toes
Say you love me till the end why the fuck you had to fold
Boy I ain't instagramin shit because I know just what I know
Abg whoever want it mane it's up that's on my soul
When Myra died I wonder why but that shit made me hella cold
Dirty money in my wallet, that shit dirtier then mold
I been steppin on these niggas really quick to get em fold
You ain't Neva seen a body while u ridin up the road
We be quick to solve a problem, 40 blacker then some bold
That bandana changed his life now he livin by a code
You ain't never give a damn, you let me struggle in the cold
How you claimin you dat nigga but you went ahead and told
Took my chances with yo love why the hell you never rode
Ima stack up all my money, That's the only way I roll
Everything feel like a struggle when you comin from the bottom
Niggas speak on how you livin but ain't goin through yo problems
I'm just tryna make it out I know the devil tryna stop it
They don't care bout how I'm feelin they
Just care about my wallet
So many people switchin on me I don't know what's true or not
Momma gettin me from school heard my cousin got shot
We tryna get sum money E be trappin on the block
Ian even feelin safe stacking money for a Glock
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Writer(s): Rodney Hylton Smith
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