The Struggle

Look at all the stuff you go through, it don't even make sense You gotta hold your own, and expose what you invent And people say things, but they'll be makin' new moves I got one goal, and it's not to give it up, it's not my way to lose I ain't nothin' like most of these dudes That let people tell them, what the hell to do Instead of doin' what they choose I cruise, until I crash and get bruised Every year that goes by, I do improve While these others just lose Cause they lazy, they ain't crazy They really ain't that hungry To pick up and go through the heat Go through the beef, go through the streets Even when they feel that they're to the point where they so weak But I can't believe this shit Cause I'm feelin' too deep For me to ever catch any sleep Steady cuttin' shit up Askin' myself, will the price ever get cheap Cause however I see it, it's still all on me Suppose myself to the gutter mentality Straight up brutality Buildin' something gradually While they all hatin' me And I wanna know why they all hatin' me Because I am the M to the E to the N-I-C-E And I continuously, I continuously You gotta struggle for what you want Cause shit don't come easy You can't live your life in the slums Cause shit don't come easy Just do your thing and be yourself and then breathe easy I give a fuck about who wanna feel me Some youngins grow up like spoiled little brats Sellin' them moms and pops I want this, I want that Yeah, your parents can give you everything you want Doesn't mean you won't be one to fit in the crowd Tryin' to pump blunts Drinkin' shit just to get drunk No worries, just havin' so much fun But don't get it twisted cause that wasn't me Let me set you straight back to my reality One bedroom apartment Strugglin' to get the father started with a one page verse And I'm spittin' marvelous Everybody over here Tryin' to express everything While I'm expressing everything So you can call it garbage Now I remember the worst of the worst Right before I seen my grandmother's coffin in a hearse But I kept on goin Seein' my mom's gettin' robbed for a purse While she was waitin' for the 59 bus Just to take her to work Is that the definition of hurt Before I keep on goin Before I get murked It's the way that I always think about When I get a bloody shirt At the same time that this year really ends Who's my friends? I don't understand it Who the fuck is the one to pretend It's menace, homie I don't give a dim about them But I'ma keep on goin I'ma keep on approachin Cause why Cause why You gotta struggle for what you want Cause shit don't come easy You can't live your life in the slums Cause shit don't come easy Struck just do your thing And be yourself in memory Easy Struck I give a fuck about Who wanna feel me Struck every day that flies by I got so much responsibilities To fix on my own So my heart turns into stone As I acquire credit cards And pay for a bill towards a monthly phone Money comes in cold Some cars, chicks, and hoes Refrigerators, beds, couches, and stoves Want to see a movie at Lowe's When I was younger I used to sneak into the movie Through the exit door And as I pour more and more No one seems to hear me out What the fuck am I supposed to spit about Money? You just can't give it out It's something you can't live without Cause you need to pay rent Even if you got an apartment A complex or a damn house So I'm here spitting lava Out my mouth To my volcano Catch it's a drought You gotta struggle for what you want Cause shit don't come easy You can't live your life in the slums Cause shit don't come easy Struck just do your thing And be yourself in memory Easy I give a fuck about Who wanna feel me Struggle