Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Struggle, artist - Lil Poppa. Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Struggle |
| I just caught some PT from Memphis |
| Now the folks wanna get in my business |
| Hunnids' on me now loaded up with back ends |
| Different times I was in the penitentiary |
| It was roaches in the spot put the raid on it |
| Grindin' hard workin' just like a slave on it |
| And I felt the struggle the pain it’s numb |
| But I stayed remaining calm |
| Have you ever been down on your last and can’t even pick up the phone? |
| When times got hard had to grab a poncho |
| Had to go thug in the storm |
| And I had to go and solidify my wave |
| I stamped my name on a charm |
| I worked my move and then got in I’m finna go flood out my arm |
| I was down on my last doin' better nigga |
| Had to work on my move they ain’t help a nigga |
| If I told you my dawg, nigga you my dawg |
| Nigga we ridin' regardless |
| Every young nigga ridin' with me heartless |
| We was car jackin' dealin' in apartments |
| Fucked up how my dawg caught 15 |
| He been ridin' in the since 17 |
| Have you ever had to ride with ya niggas? |
| Load up had the heart of a killer |
| Hollywood here ridin' in the sprinter |
| Killtec big foreign wit' a pistol |
| Used to starve and rip out the grizzle |
| It was hard used to fuck with my mental |
| Lost too many dawgs to the system |
| And I wanna be the one to get em', on god |
| Yeah, you know they ridin' wit em', load em' choppas huh |
| You know they firin' wit em' |
| Yeah they ridin' RG 5, slidin', nigga we ridin' hop out homicide |
| These niggas ain’t gang these niggas be lyin' |
| I just caught some PT from Memphis |
| Now the folks wanna get in my business |
| Hunnids' on me now loaded up with back ends |
| Different times I was in the penitentiary |
| It was roaches in the spot put the raid on it |
| Grindin' hard workin' just like a slave on it |
| And I felt the struggle the pain it’s numb |
| But I stayed remaining calm |
| Have you ever been down on your last and can’t even pick up the phone? |
| When times got hard had to grab a poncho |
| Had to go thug in the storm |
| And I had to go and solidify my wave |
| I stamped my name on a charm |
| I worked my move and then got in I’m finna go flood out my arm |
| Niggas left me hangin' when they had it |
| So it’s fuck them niggas when I got it |
| Ain’t expressin' my feelings to nobody |
| No matter what I tell, they don’t know bout me |
| Did that shit all by myself no I ain’t need no cosigner |
| And they know I’m fly as hell I don’t need no copilot |
| And I’m with yo hoe prolly' who cannot call, nobody |
| I miss my dawgs, they got me |
| Shit I’ll prolly' be dead when they stop me |
| If I want his head then they drop it |
| But we ain’t speakin' on that, switch topics |
| All in yo hood with my chains on and I had ten in this pocket |
| Go broke again I’ll have my nigga put his hand in his pocket |
| Said they gon' kill me, bitch stop it, I know the real you, this not it |
| Don’t call my phone just pull up |
| Whatever you need yeah we got it |
| When a opp die they say we shot it, no Master P bitch we got it |
| I just caught some PT from Memphis |
| Now the folks wanna get in my business |
| Hunnids' on me now loaded up with back ends |
| Different times I was in the penitentiary |
| It was roaches in the spot put the raid on it |
| Grindin' hard workin' just like a slave on it |
| And I felt the struggle the pain it’s numb |
| But I stayed remaining calm |
| Have you ever been down on your last and can’t even pick up the phone? |
| When times got hard had to grab a poncho |
| Had to go thug in the storm |
| And I had to go and solidify my wave |
| I stamped my name on a charm |
| I worked my move and then got in I’m finna go flood out my arm |