Another Day Another Struggle

Yea
Dotty
Ugh

Another day another struggle
But that ain't gon stop I'm on my grind On My hustle,
Man I'm tryina bubble
Tell My little baby girl I love you
And tell My younger son stay outta trouble

Yea
2 kids 2 BM's
I caught another case plus I totaled out my BM
But still when you see him
A nigga gon be fresh to his tippy toes
Spittin straight coke like what went up in a hippy's nose
In the 70's my melodies like felonies
They stickin wit you for a long time Fuck you telling me?

That I'm fat and I'm ugly? Man that don't get to me

It's fish way bigger to fry that's why I hit the streets
I done blew some money fast shout out to Mr. Meech

I'm tellin you some real shit
But I ain't in this bitch to preach

I'm just tryina drop some jewels for you fools
When them diamonds hit the ground It's kinda lookin like a swimming pool

So you should soak like while you can Man I'm sayin
That these hoes don't understand
But these flows show I'm the man

Since I'm cooler than a fan
Bet I count a couple of grands
Then I clean both of my hands
And I wash away my sins

Another day another struggle
But that ain't gon stop I'm on my grind On My hustle
Man I'm tryina bubble
Tell My little baby girl I love you
And Tell My younger son stay outta trouble

Another day another struggle
But that ain't gon stop I'm on my grind On My hustle
Man I'm tryina bubble
Tell My little baby girl I love you
And Tell My younger son stay outta trouble

When I make to the top
Shit it shouldn't be a surprise
Cuz I'm digging thru the cereal box Eyes on the prize
Man but fuckin wit a disloyal bitch
I had to realize
That this hoe was never faithful
A lie
I seen in her eyes

(Lying bitch)

And now I'm learning
That these hoes ain't loyal

But They they be quick to have a seed
But these hoes ain't soil

Crazy chicken head bitches call em Loco pollos

Pockets puffy so they coo coo
Got that Cocoa for you

I'm a rap serial Killa
Iller and realer
But niggas actin brand new
Like a whip from the dealer
That's why I steer clear of them niggas
Even the bitches
These hoes will flatten all your tires on the road to the riches

Shit

I'm just praying that I'm staying on that right path
Calculated steps
Lets just hope I got the right math

You think I'm harmless as water but shit I'm like gas
Niggas think I'm all fun games but
Shit I Might Blast

Another day another struggle,
But that ain't gon stop I'm on my grind On My hustle,
Man I'm tryina bubble,
Tell My little baby girl I love you
And Tell My younger son stay outta trouble

Another day another struggle,
But that ain't gon stop I'm on my grind On My hustle,
Man I'm tryina bubble,
Tell My little baby girl I love you
And Tell My younger son stay outta trouble

Yea
Far from perfect, bones in my closets
I'm slaying rappers like I'm spending Christmas wit the Clauses
My presence is a present don't compare to Santa Clauses
Wit lyrics I'm a wizard cause a blizzard in the oz's
Heart colder wit the wit Jupiter on my shoulders

Shit life getting harder as I'm getting much older
Ambition got me fizzing, ima bubble like soda
The reason why I'm Strapped like LeBron in them soldiers
Niggas want my head for shit I done did
Made mistakes wit the baby moms
Of one of my kids
If you want it then I'm here shit it is what it is
What goes around comes around so you live wit the risk

You can't kill what's already dead
You heard what I said
When it's beef for the bread get some cheese on your head
Them gorilla niggas is hungry and ready to do some Damage
And all you did was manage to turn yourself to a sandwich

Another day another struggle
But that ain't gon stop I'm on my grind On My hustle
Man I'm tryina bubble
Tell My little baby girl I love you
And Tell My younger son stay outta trouble

Another day another struggle
But that ain't gon stop I'm on my grind On My hustle
Man I'm tryina bubble
Tell My little baby girl I love you
And Tell My younger son stay outta trouble



Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Johnson
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