Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Struggle , by - Fed-XRelease date: 18.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Struggle |
| Real motherfuckers man |
| You gotta hustle just to beat the struggle |
| I know |
| You couldn’t fuck wit me |
| If we was runnin' trains together |
| Heard you keep your heat under your pillow |
| OK whatever, you’s the victim |
| In and out of jail was me |
| Frontin' drugs to thugs |
| So who else could it be |
| I let the nine fetch ya |
| Bitch nigga, you catch the stretcher |
| I’m all about perfection |
| I run more blocks than you ran |
| When they was dumpin' you was actin' like a scared man |
| I boosted up my prices |
| Like the price of power |
| Or the cost of gas |
| We get money by the hour |
| Move fork on a hustla |
| I was raised that way |
| Young thugs on the block |
| Been out there all day |
| Catch me hustlin' in the rain feelin' pain that way |
| You gotta hustle just to bet the struggle, I know |
| You gotta bust down doors |
| Go and get it for doe |
| Don’t nobody wanna see you live |
| You know why? |
| Cuz everybody wanna see you die |
| And that’s real |
| All the way in New York |
| Cali on my plates |
| Funk Master Flex hit the tunnel for a day |
| Giving depth to them big stack holders |
| Dirty money folders pushin' valves on the corner |
| Cracks under they tongue |
| Garlic’s on they shelves |
| Bodies on they guns |
| Chickens in the business |
| Celebrate when they done |
| Through the light like it’s green |
| In my Benz, roadies fiilin' my team |
| Hittin' weed that’s the? |
| off my jeans |
| California dream, and I’m livin' it up |
| Up in Vegas at the magic show blowin' a buck |
| Spittin' more in niggas' face |
| Then the police done laced |
| I’m a boss at the top of the list |
| Come fuck wit me |
| Drug indictment, how could it be |
| Got runner’s pushin' crack |
| Got runner’s pushin'? |
| than me |
| To all my G’s up in a duffle bag |
| How would you approach it? |
| Wit your demo wit your gun out |
| Barrel already smokin' |
| Never A-rab wit this rap cat down on the floor |
| Or push it off on the North Star on highway 4 |
| Reckless drivin' |
| A grown man locked in the trunk |
| Fed him a sock for lunch |
| Or a hog, tying him up |
| Yeah you know |
| The type a shit that happens in the ghetto |
| Heavy metal get pierced if you ain’t careful |
| And that’s real |
| I seen as the shit go down |
| Like being locked in a box |
| Buried under the ground |
| We do it mob style |
| And I swear that on my kids |
| If you come searchin' for clues and get did |