THE STRUGGLE
Yea uh
Drac shìt sound like guitar
uh
Bra had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Uh yea
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run dat shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got dat shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got dat shìt with da leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
Uh yea
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run that shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got that shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got that shìt with da leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
Jam off a perky I pop me a couple
In love with these jammers I'm poppin' these meds
I'm cool off the wocky it put me to bed
I'm beefin' like shit I keep one in the head
I be with the goon$ tryn' run up the bread
How you gon' hop innat car and you scared
If you ain't one of the Goon$ then you can't een be there
Cause niggas get locked and start talking to feds
Damn
These nigga really be bitches
Stay with my brothers tryn' run up the riches
Soon as I get the drop nîgga I'm fishing
Pass Lou the glock cause I know he ain't missing
Damn I can't een say it's jus me and my shoota
Cause all of my brothers tryn' load up and do it
I stay with the glock and you know imma use it
That nigga tryn' beef, his bitch playin my music
Damn, these niggas really be pussy
Flexing that stick til' they get that shit tooken
Say that they hard buh in jail gettin' bullied
Nigga caught time and converted to muslim
Shit ain't een cool bra I hang with sum real ahks
Served him ah fent thought he popped him ah real bar
Beefin' with me you gon' know bout a real opp
Plug shipped the work now I'm clockin' the mail box
Damn, these niggas really be rap cap
Feelin' like Dora that stick in my backpack
Nigga I already know where my opp at
Nigga ion even gotta know where the map at
He try run glock know where his back at
Everything I say in my verse I could back that
Opp tryn' run up I made his ass backtrack
Goon$ we done got ona opps nobapbap
Switch on the glock nîgga know I attached that
Bra tryn' smoke buh he can't een match that
Smokin' the one nîgga know that's the rap pack
Na, smokin' that pack it be rosso
Na, smokin' that pack it be
Tell Rosso slide you know Rosso gon' do it
Steppin' for Dre me and brodie went through it
Goon$ to da mob send his ass to the morgue
Yea uh
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run that shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got that shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got that shìt with the leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
Uh yea
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run that shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got that shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got that shìt with the leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
Drac shìt sound like guitar
uh
Bra had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Uh yea
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run dat shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got dat shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got dat shìt with da leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
Uh yea
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run that shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got that shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got that shìt with da leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
Jam off a perky I pop me a couple
In love with these jammers I'm poppin' these meds
I'm cool off the wocky it put me to bed
I'm beefin' like shit I keep one in the head
I be with the goon$ tryn' run up the bread
How you gon' hop innat car and you scared
If you ain't one of the Goon$ then you can't een be there
Cause niggas get locked and start talking to feds
Damn
These nigga really be bitches
Stay with my brothers tryn' run up the riches
Soon as I get the drop nîgga I'm fishing
Pass Lou the glock cause I know he ain't missing
Damn I can't een say it's jus me and my shoota
Cause all of my brothers tryn' load up and do it
I stay with the glock and you know imma use it
That nigga tryn' beef, his bitch playin my music
Damn, these niggas really be pussy
Flexing that stick til' they get that shit tooken
Say that they hard buh in jail gettin' bullied
Nigga caught time and converted to muslim
Shit ain't een cool bra I hang with sum real ahks
Served him ah fent thought he popped him ah real bar
Beefin' with me you gon' know bout a real opp
Plug shipped the work now I'm clockin' the mail box
Damn, these niggas really be rap cap
Feelin' like Dora that stick in my backpack
Nigga I already know where my opp at
Nigga ion even gotta know where the map at
He try run glock know where his back at
Everything I say in my verse I could back that
Opp tryn' run up I made his ass backtrack
Goon$ we done got ona opps nobapbap
Switch on the glock nîgga know I attached that
Bra tryn' smoke buh he can't een match that
Smokin' the one nîgga know that's the rap pack
Na, smokin' that pack it be rosso
Na, smokin' that pack it be
Tell Rosso slide you know Rosso gon' do it
Steppin' for Dre me and brodie went through it
Goon$ to da mob send his ass to the morgue
Yea uh
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run that shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got that shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got that shìt with the leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
Uh yea
Bra what you know bout the struggle
I had to stay down and learn how to hustle
Run that shìt up do that shit off the humble
I got that shit off the arm that's the muscle
But bra got that shìt with the leg in it
Don't run up on me I don't like to tussle
G17 in my dip imma' buss you
If you my brother we locked in I love you
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Writer(s): Sgg Cam
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