Lyrics:
cruise control
Out blow by the window in the do'
til the point that it might make you lose control
3-oh-4's slow your roll, gimme that dough you know
Runnin up on niggas for butter lovers, or whatever
Can't take it for hoppers cockers, by watchin cops and robbers
But kid it's, kinda fittest, quit this,
)Inner city strugglin', motherfuckin' rat race
Condemned pressure cooker, that explodes in your face
Another neighborhood gets destroyed by
to succeed
Have it laid out for your seed
But the world gets colder every day by day
Physically, mentally gettin' drained by L.A
Trying to find piece
side
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fuckin'' clown die
Bitch, don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby
niggas stay thuggin
Mustlin and hustlin to try to keep from strugglin
Bubblin on the block with a mouth fulla rocks
Packin a glock with jackers plotin
name like I am Mozart
And if they sayin' you a stain, no, they ain't gon' wash
Wash my soul, watch my bro, we were both strugglin'
How he cope, he
strugglin', they get it by any means
That dolla won't make you happy, it won't change a thing
But it's your call, I gotchu, hear you loud and clear
But what
Inspector Deck
It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
will
Actin' thirsty, well
There's some alkaline truth that
I'm finna spill
And to every year these niggas be
Strugglin' with a record deal
Get stuck in
on the Lord's side
I lean, I lean, I lean, I lean
I'm leanin' on the Lord's side
Here's a story about a youngin' that started off strugglin'
He didn't like his
and clear 'cause I'm listenin'.
I need to know that you're real 'cause I'm strugglin'.
You need to show that your here 'cause I'm stumblin'.
Show me that you
or frontin'
Always show me love when I want it
And never lose her cool over nothin'
I admit she's a gift, no lie
The type of girl you'd be dumb to pass by
the government, with clubs, and strugglin'
Come from street corners, where all day cracks be hustlin'
You can't come in, unless you got a warrant for the crib
I pay
Young niggas, American dream, is slangin' the D to fiends
By any means I gotta gets mine, don't fuck with me
I'm comin' from a land where niggas don't
[Speech]
"We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal
and endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
I need a holiday
I been goin' hard like there's somethin' wrong with me
Book a flight for Miami-Dade
I'll lay around by the beach naked
Sip on my
[Verse]
I should be further along by now
At least that's what I tell myself
Why can't I get it all together?
Still strugglin' day in and day out
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
the strugglin', some resume games to stain jugglin'
I muscled in and scribbled my name
Belittle your brain, the true grain riddle your frame
Got you forfeitin'
Yeah
Mic check, one-two
Uh-huh
(Hit-boy)
Only can talk about this real shit, 'cause that's what I been through
Yeah
Yo
I was raised by
wanna bite my shit
Fuck on they ho, I make her bite my dick
(BNYX)
Niggas plottin', they gon' bite this stick
We went from strugglin', now in paradise
they say
[Erica Foxx]
I'm down with you, 'til the end boy
when the strugglin', hustlin', thuggin', lovin'
So I ain't trippin' on what they sayin'
out
But he kept playin' shows and pressin' on, chippin' away, song by song
After years and years of strugglin' strong, he got his chance and he took
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