Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Strugglin' , by - Raekwon. Release date: 13.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Strugglin' |
| I know how it feels to wake up fucked up |
| Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell |
| People look at you like you’re the user |
| Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser |
| But they don’t know about the stress-filled day |
| Baby on the way mad bills to pay |
| That’s why you drink Tanqueray |
| So you can reminisce and wish |
| You wasn’t living so devilish s-shit |
| I remember I was just like you |
| Smoking blunts with my crew |
| Flipping over SIXTY-TWO's |
| Cause G-E-D wasn’t B-I-G, I had to get P-A-I-D |
| That’s why my mom hates me |
| She was forced to kick me out, no doubt |
| Then I figured out Nick’s went for twenty down south |
| Packed up my tools for my raw power move |
| Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves |
| Four chumps trying to stop my flow |
| And what they don’t know will show on the autopsy |
| Went to see papi, to cop me a brick |
| Asked for some consignment and he wasn’t trying to hear it |
| Smoking mad Newports cause I’m doing court for an assault |
| That I caught in Bridgeport, New York |
| Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man |
| You better have your gat in hand |
| Cause man |
| A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M |
| Still struggling, Survival got me buggin' |
| (Souls of a soldier in the streets of survival) |
| Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough |
| (The rough life, I just be up nights. It got me) |
| Still strugglin' |
| (Campaign) |
| Lay out your maintain |
| (In the everyday struggle) |
| I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side |
| Staying alive was no jive |
| Had secondhands, moms bounced on old man |
| So then we moved to Shaolin land |
| A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose |
| Only way I begin to G off was drug loot |
| And let’s start it like this son, rolling with this one |
| And that one, pulling out Gats for fun |
| But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend |
| Started smoking woolies at 16 |
| And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes |
| Making my way on fire escapes |
| No question I would speed, for cracks and weed |
| The combination made my eyes bleed |
| No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all |
| Sticking up white boys in ball courts |
| My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater |
| Times is rough and tough like leather |
| Figured out I went the wrong route |
| So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out |
| Catchin' keys from across seas |
| Rollin' in MPV’s, every week we made forty G’s |
| Yo brothers respect mine, or anger the TEC-9 |
| (Get live, muthaf~) |