Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Struggle, artist - G Herbo. Album song Ballin Like I'm Kobe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 150 Dream Team, Machine Entertainment Group
Song language: English
Struggle |
RIP all my niggas |
I ain’t had shit |
I ain’t had shit |
Yeah, I came from nothing |
I remember back when i ain’t had shit |
Now sometimes i forget when i buy shit |
Young nigga yeah i came from nothing |
This the reason why i wake up stuntin' |
This shit for my grandma, this shit for my mother |
This here for my sister, this for all my brothers |
My no limit brothers |
All we know is hustle we come from the struggle |
Young nigga all i knew was hustle stack and make that double |
Ditching school, right to the corner, couldn’t stay outta of trouble |
Wit my niggas, toting hammers we ain’t need no muscles |
Make sacrifices for our brothers cuz we love each other |
Got Glocks, we looking for the opps, watch out for under covers |
If he get snatched up for that brother, bet he won’t say nothing |
Cuz i got niggas in the county, in the feds now |
Answer the phone make sure i send them hunnits every time |
And ain’t no nigga gone make sure momma fed now |
So you can’t get shit for free bitch i need every dime |
Picture me, black rari, forgiato rare tires |
Member when we ain’t have no car used to take the red line |
Gherbo countin' all these bands now |
1800 hunnit for my pants now |
I was in the stu up all night just like a vampire |
Think i forgot about my struggle? |
you a damn liar |
I remember back when i ain’t had shit |
Now sometimes i forget when i buy shit |
Young nigga yeah i came from nothing |
This the reason why i wake up stuntin' |
This shit for my grandma, this shit for my mother |
This here for my sister, this for all my brothers |
My no limit brothers |
All we know is hustle we come from the struggle |
At 14 it was cool, me and the guys was hoopin' |
15 we started totin', then it turned to shootin' |
Of course by 16 we was trappin' |
Then i started rappin' |
At 17 i started cashin' |
Dont know how it happened |
But i wouldn’t call it magic |
I spent it all like magic |
More than i imagined |
And ain’t no nigga gave me shit |
But they always askin' |
And i dont owe a nigga shit |
7 on me i’ll loan a nigga 6 |
And in these streets haters dont wanna do nothing but bring you down |
Im going hard and im stunting, i know they see me now |
Yeah, im on TV now |
Niggas wanna be me now |
And im still the same nigga |
I ain’t changing |
Still with the same niggas |
Pistol gang yeah thats who i hang with |
Smoking dope, sippin' drank, back when i was broke on that same shit |
And i do this shit to put my people on nigga, fuck that fame shit |
I remember back when i ain’t had shit |
Now sometimes i forget when i buy shit |
Young nigga yeah i came from nothing |
This the reason why i wake up stuntin' |
This shit for my grandma, this shit for my mother |
This here for my sister, this for all my brothers |
My no limit brothers |
All we know is hustle we come from the struggle |