(feat. 354)
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Come on man
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Sp 3 5 4
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Strugglin my life
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God damn I reflect on
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Those I used to hustle with
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And now we just fly kites
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Damn we be living some wild lifes
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We got to get them crackers to right
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They treat us like wild life
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Got to pay the bills for the building
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The precious building the type of shit that make you rob us a billion
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My whole generation was brainwashed
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Lookin' at the rims should I get em detailed or handwashed
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A man like his watch and his jersey
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Try to bring bricks down south and we stopped in new jersey
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Told them that the game was painful
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If you don't want to take time to think the bullets are brainful
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Big when they bang you then angels a change you
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I ain't trying to game you cause I'm in the game to
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Shit I been struggling for far too long
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My niggas on the block bubblin' for far too long
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354 shit
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Shadow wah folly
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My pain my thoughts my tears
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My struggle my life my fears
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I engraved my name in d streets
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But you don't know what I go through just to see my kids eat
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Those ain't pay up in 10 weeks
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The baby mumma drama all day cause I'm breaking home ends meet
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Past cota with me what the fuck you expect
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Wonder when this music industry gone cut me a cheque
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Chad told me look at my beeper I got the connect
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And even listen to the streets dog I got the respect
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If I die and go the hard way fuck it I'm a go hard
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Presense gonna be felt on the streets or in the prison yard
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Next I invision god right beside me with duck mella speil lotion and lee roy dolby
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Puck rock incidents dog that shit scarred me
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Picture me scared to die now nigga that's harvy no
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Some real shit
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Ay yo this is my clip my hammer my slugs
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And I still shed blood for the love of my thugs
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Still breaking days end while I blaze in the wind
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The struggle of my life hustlin right and after gym
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See I'm gifted with this curse
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You can feel in every verse
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I'll bring it from the dirt
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I'm the hell on this earth
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You can smell what I'm worth
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If these cheques don't cut
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Then these tecks gon buck
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You can tell how it hurt
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See my niggas need work
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My dog just got 25 and he need church
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And he seen worse
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When you try to take my pride and leave me stuffed with the pain
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Left my only stride nothing to lose only the game
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When I bang for the suffering 400 years
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We had enough of it
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It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it
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If I had to do it again I thug it twice
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Take a slice of the struggle in my life, one
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We Still Strugglin
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| Styles P |
