Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strugglin', artist - A-Wax. Date of issue: 24.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strugglin' |
| Everyone around me is still strugglin' |
| How am I supposed ta ever stop hustlin'? |
| When my partna got killed by my otha one |
| Who just walks around town like it wasn’t him |
| Rap music, sellin' dope, still jugglin' |
| Last time the feds hit, lost a dozen men |
| Saw my partna try hard ta turn his life around |
| Only to have police plant drugs on him |
| Such a cold world |
| If rappin' was more brackin', I could finally quit trappin' |
| But it isn’t, so I can’t, wishin' for another chance |
| Puttin' off college, to be pushin' narcotics |
| Like it’s really my job, need to really find God |
| But I don’t know his address, put it in the MapQuest |
| Nothin' popped up, maybe hell is locked up |
| And heaven is freedom, said you bet I’ma beat 'em |
| Touch my fam in the morning and you’ll be dead by this evenin' |
| I’m overworked, underpaid. |
| One foot on Earth, one in the grave |
| Runnin' work, stomach in pain, from hunger pangs |
| Gotta go get it, so underprivileged, growing up with bad intentions |
| It’s no wonder I was sentenced, to the can |
| Came out with a chip on my shoulder |
| She was tryin' to fall in love, told that bitch I’m a soldier |
| I don’t know what we gon' do if this shit gets any colder |
| California probably shoulda been split like Dakota |
| I won’t lose, I won’t cry tears |
| Devil all in my ideas |
| Open up your eyelids |
| Emotions, she just can’t hide his |
| Maybe I should die today |
| Suicide should find a way |
| To take me out the atmosphere |
| To death I will not shy away |
| Maybe I should quit the rap. |
| Go get the strap, go flip a pack |
| They told me since I took a fall, I can’t get my position back |
| Want to live in opulence. |
| Can’t breathe, need antioxidants |
| I’m just another occupant, in hell’s office, should I repent? |
| Inhalin' smoke to keep me calm, knowin' I might just self-destruct |
| Goddess was nowhere in sight, my lifestyle wasn’t helping much |
| Snakes under my lawnmower, I only got myself to trust |
| Lost it in these cold streets, the hustle fast, I felt the rush |
| Spent it all, I coulda saved. |
| Wildin', I know I should behave |
| Coppers cuffin' niggas wrists, got my entire hood enslaved |
| Starin' down this highway, seein' all the roads I couldn’t pave |
| Get your heart Gully, get your heart, 'cause you don’t look as brave |
| Dog I think you gettin' soft, people think you livin' lost |
| I’m just tryin' to find a bridge, hopefully I get across |
| Thoughts been all over the place, I should have left 'em in the vault |
| Obstacles deflate your drive and mine won’t turn its engine off |
| Gully! |