Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Strive, artist - Infamous Mobb.
Date of issue: 25.03.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Strive |
We never had none, now that we got some |
Everybody want’s piece of our lump sum |
We strive to reach a million-dollar year income |
A few hundred thousand a year already been done |
My big gun bright shots that’ll blow your top |
Like scared when you hear the loud sound |
Frowns get broken down niggas ain’t wild |
Your life on my foul fit to take you out |
It ain’t safe dunn so I stay with the space gun |
Ready to waste one, yours or mines |
Loose dimes in my ass, used to pump for mine |
Dump for mine, now I mix rap with crime |
Walk the fine line the 41st side of my bloodline |
My veins swell my bank well, the fuck you thought |
You should not rock, take mine we can tap jaws |
Youse a snake nigga sneaky wanna be me… my dick hard |
You get scarred deep stomp through the concrete |
The timbs on my feet been walk these streets |
I’m a make ends meat while you sleep |
Infamous M-O-B-B deep we all QB |
Look here yo we started from the slums and things |
Now we moved on got an ill team |
Now we got income niggas wanna get at some |
Niggas can’t get none, take a step ahead cats be fed up |
Take a steps back niggas like that |
Yo I pray for the best that we all gon (na) pop off |
Just waiting for the right time so we can just take off |
Plenty obstacles to avoid, niggas pushing big toys |
Everybody want piece of the lump sum |
Everybody can’t get none due to the fact |
We worked for that, yo we worked for our plaques |
Spaz out on cats, «Infamous minded» |
Disarm you, your gun you can’t find it |
Time can be rewinded, fuck being one track minded |
This the way it go, it’s our time we got to blow |
Yo it’s fucked up little niggas just was in school |
Now they on the block scheming on your jewels |
God what’s this world coming to |
Still love them niggas, I can’t knock their hustle |
They going the struggle to survive and stay alive |
Dunn I did the same thing |
Pumping cracks to the early morning |
With a fucking warren, now we touring across the states |
It’s the realest of the infamous all in your face |
With big guns ready to kill something at anytime |
It’s kind of fucked up my brother got four to nine |
When he come home best believe he gon (na) shine |
Without pumping dimes once in his life |
We got an opportunity to grab and the shit is alright |
We got to keep it tight between each other, that’s how it supposed to be |
But niggas is grimy, stay fucking trying me and eyeing me |
Until I get the iron G |
You want trouble kid |
I heard enough of y’all thugs talking what you bid |
Maintain dunn shit is real where we live |
Everywhere we go ain’t the same as the bridge |
I been through projects and broke times and broke friends |
It didn’t mix sit back watch the world spin |
Too bad you couldn’t look to see the world end |
You couldn’t look, from here all you seen was crooks |
Doing jooks, sticking up places running through malls |
Pulling out tools for the jewels and stores |
Almost lost my mind couldn’t stop my riches |
I’ve been thugging for years, catching my mama’s tears |
Eye to eyes son only prize help me survive |
The street struggle and thank God for you |
You’re my number one jewel and that’s why I love you |
— repeat until fade |