Lyrics Go, Eat, Sleep - Struggle da Preacher

Go, Eat, Sleep

Hey yo!
Struggle da Preacher’s straight in the building
Yamsaying
I just wanna share my life story, you know
When i was a teen
Everybody think that i’m kinda gangsta type
I am not, i am not a gangsta neither a thug, yamsaying
I’m just real
And i tell you what took place in my life
Right.
Here i go
That’s not another rough story, gangsta story
Tough story, i’m talking about my teen ages, nothing more
When my parents divorced i used to be all alone
And every friend i grew up with started taking drugs
I wasn’t good at maths, i wasn’t good at pysics
But i was good enough to count them chips
Fucking police was cruising my block, they never got me though
Yeah i fuck with the law but it would never stop me
From getting what i want, every day i learn
Haters never know what it takes to be the boss, aha
I had my loss aha, and now i’m crossing ya
Just like Allen I, Allen I
Bring bring what you got, bring what you got
That’s what i heard from my dogs all the time, i tell you
None of them were into friendship no more
That’s what you got when you doing drugs
I gotta go, i gotta eat, i gotta sleep dawg
Put your money where your mouth is — this is real talk
I used to live in the streets and hustle till dawn
I know what i’m talking about every fucking word
Go, eat, sleep dawg
Put your money where your mouth is… real talk
I used to live in the streets, hustle till dawn
What i am talking about, talking about
Everybody gotta be responsible for what he utters
Don’t tell me to smile if i feel like crying
Don’t ask me why i am so grimey
If you wanna know what’s going on every other day in my life
You better turn your volume up and listen to these bars
The words are like scars, not like nice cars of yours
Now your story’s getting worse
And would you tell me to quit?
And would you tell me to do
Anything else that i never supposed to do
I am like flu getting to your throat
Shut the fuck up!
You can’t make a sound
Right dawg, right talk can drive tops
Would you lie to me looking in my eyes?
I don’t know what’s up with you where you live
But i know you coulda get a bullet in my streets
Real talk, real talk
Y’all already know, i don’t bullshit, you know
I don’t say anything, you know, just to say something
And i’m not trying to be a gangsta… nawww i’m not
Everybody lives his own life
That was mine
Don’t take me wrong… one