Struggle Pain
Shit on the beat like I took a laxative
I took a shit but it wasn't an accident
Quin probably shoot him and tell him to caption it
A whole lot of shots, no need to be accurate
I love my slimes, I swear I'm so passionate
I'm not from Earth, I'm just an inhabitant
I keep the peace, but I'm not no pacifist
I just be fucking these beats, I'm not abstinent
Blunt so nice I ain't even want to pass it
I rap nice, yeah, this is my passion
I just like rapping, don't care about fashion
I just took acid, now I'm causing havoc
I put a beat in a casket, I'll let a rapper chill
In my picnic basket, cross me nigga, I'll never look past it
You niggas soft as motherfucking fabric
Never had nothing, gotta do something drastic
Tryna make my money stretch like elastic shit
Or Mr. Fantastic, make the money do a backflip like it's gymnastics
Get to the bag, shit on the masses
You gonna need a whole lot of napkins
A whole lot of napkins, nigga
Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays. Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays. Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays. Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays
Hold on, I paid like 3K for the fit, baby
Thank God I get paid off of rapping, so I don't gotta hit me a lick, baby
They know I'm a dog like a tick, baby
R. Kelly shit, I got them pissed, baby
And bitch, I'm teed up like a Brisk baby
This some shit I won't never forget, baby
See that steady faking the love for a nigga, bitch
You shouldn't have mother fucking came then
And she wanna fuck for the night, cause I got this ice
I feel like a rain deer
I don't got security
I got a Glock with a drum and my mother fucking gang in here
New Glock with extensions, no matter we blitzing
Yo, bitch, hit me up when you ain't here
I'm not for none
I walk around with my gun
Pop a fuck nigga like gum
Straight out the Slums
I put the dick on the tongue
They can't and we play with them drums
I'm going dumb
Start the VA with my thumb
Exotic gonna fuck up my lungs
you niggas' bums
I'm a T up for my niggas
I make all the love, I'm gonna cum, man
Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays
Aye run that back
Let me hear that hoe
I took a shit but it wasn't an accident
Quin probably shoot him and tell him to caption it
A whole lot of shots, no need to be accurate
I love my slimes, I swear I'm so passionate
I'm not from Earth, I'm just an inhabitant
I keep the peace, but I'm not no pacifist
I just be fucking these beats, I'm not abstinent
Blunt so nice I ain't even want to pass it
I rap nice, yeah, this is my passion
I just like rapping, don't care about fashion
I just took acid, now I'm causing havoc
I put a beat in a casket, I'll let a rapper chill
In my picnic basket, cross me nigga, I'll never look past it
You niggas soft as motherfucking fabric
Never had nothing, gotta do something drastic
Tryna make my money stretch like elastic shit
Or Mr. Fantastic, make the money do a backflip like it's gymnastics
Get to the bag, shit on the masses
You gonna need a whole lot of napkins
A whole lot of napkins, nigga
Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays. Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays. Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays. Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays
Hold on, I paid like 3K for the fit, baby
Thank God I get paid off of rapping, so I don't gotta hit me a lick, baby
They know I'm a dog like a tick, baby
R. Kelly shit, I got them pissed, baby
And bitch, I'm teed up like a Brisk baby
This some shit I won't never forget, baby
See that steady faking the love for a nigga, bitch
You shouldn't have mother fucking came then
And she wanna fuck for the night, cause I got this ice
I feel like a rain deer
I don't got security
I got a Glock with a drum and my mother fucking gang in here
New Glock with extensions, no matter we blitzing
Yo, bitch, hit me up when you ain't here
I'm not for none
I walk around with my gun
Pop a fuck nigga like gum
Straight out the Slums
I put the dick on the tongue
They can't and we play with them drums
I'm going dumb
Start the VA with my thumb
Exotic gonna fuck up my lungs
you niggas' bums
I'm a T up for my niggas
I make all the love, I'm gonna cum, man
Struggle pains, hustle man
You gotta make these plays
Aye run that back
Let me hear that hoe
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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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