Struggle (feat. Eric King & Steel DaVille)

I remember them days that I was doin bad
I needed some help but I refused to ask
Laced up my boots and went and got a bag got in my bag
Nigga can't tell me shit about this struggle
Nigga can't tell me shit about this pain
I done went and got it off the hustle
If you ain't get it out the mud we ain't the same

I was running up a 10 when she hit my phone
Tryna make up for them nights I was all alone
Coulda did it by myself but company cool
And that's the way I had to play fuckin with you
Turn my pain to paper it came with the hustle
Took Ls want Ms and that's N of discussion
Coulda left it alone but I aint with the quitting
Every time it tough that's when they go missing
If these lights go off the scale going on
I was down to my last didn't have one zone
But I already knew the shit I had to do
Take my time with it all and Ima see it through
Fuck a sad song baby get ya stack on
Stand tall through it all and get yo bag long
Told myself keep going I couldn't walk away
I spit this automatic it came with the K
Got this off of hustle I made a lot of plays
I was running in mud I seen alotta rain
I couldn't ask for help I wasn't looking for hands
I was running through packs I was looking for bands

I remember them days that I was doin bad
I needed some help but I refused to ask
Laced up my boots and went and got a bag got in my bag
Nigga can't tell me shit about this struggle
Nigga can't tell me shit about this pain
I done went and got it off the hustle
If you ain't get out the mud we ain't the same

Have you ever lost it all then had to get it back
I'm talking down to yo last you ain't got a scrap
No chips all I had was a empty sack
Now the chips like Pringles all they do is stack
Went and got it out the mud ain't no looking back
I'm talking O's like the Olympics I ain't running track
I'm talking business vacations no time to relax
I keep on losing raffles now my shoes cost a stack
And I get my son everything I never had
Only seven years old he already got a stash
Couldn't afford a haircut now it's Gucci hats
I'ma chase this cheese til I get up out the trap

I remember them days that I was doin bad
I needed some help but I refused to ask
Laced up my boots and went and got a my bag got in my bag
Nigga can't tell me shit about this struggle
Nigga can't tell me shit about this pain
I done went and got it off the hustle
If you ain't get out the mud we ain't the same