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mo3 - struggle lyrics

[intro]
i put my life on these beats (straight up)
(heartbeatz on the track)
three
feel like michael, la+da+da+da+da+da+da+da
yeah

[verse 1]
2006 (‘6), horace lane, i had that roman candle (baow)
stone and crook (crook), them was the bricks that made my partners family
same n+ggas (yeah), i grew up with the same red bandanna (yeah)
the same corner store (store), i sold that dope, same candy lady
now i’m dallas bound, that’s where they find me (yeah, yeah)
whole lot of shooters around me, b+tch n+gga, don’t try to clown me (hеll yeah)
boy, i went hard in the pеn’, even got stripes in the county (county)
i’d rather hustle than struggle, my nephew need pampers, my auntie be counseling (huh)
i got the power to pimp on a b+tch (f+ck a stroll), she walk up a mountain
in the window i feel like i’m malcolm, i’m holdin’ a chopper, don’t make me do damage
blood in the feds, mumu been gone, hotboy got hit with the hammer
told me they caught him on camera
life in the pen’, can’t talk to his family, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
lost some n+ggas to the struggle or to the chain gang (straight up)
all my n+ggas known to hustle, they known to gang bang (amen)
the bottom line, know we gon’ grind, we gotta maintain (main)
i’m thankin’ god for savin’ my life, hope you on the same page (yeah, yeah)
i did this sh+t for my fam’ (fam’), i did this sh+t for my team (did this sh+t for my team)
lyin’ in them streets with that rap sh+t (well), so off the block, get the green (block, get green)
know we don’t f+ck with that f+ck sh+t, you not a g, you a leech (know you a leech)
know we gon’ go get the money, got it all stuffed in my jeans, yeah (cha+ching)
[verse 2]
capital, murder one (one)
yellin’, “free aj,” free my n+gga
homicide, man down, he made the first forty+eight, should’ve seen my n+gga (baow)
free gutta, my relative, that n+gga go super crazy (shoot with no risk)
for them hunters in bhb, blood go stupid brazy (woo)
i was fifteen on the d, was strapped with the calico (hold up)
posted at fm, wanted to be like them n+ggas who hung at the corner store (woo), so i went and got it
i spent sixty dollars, i bought me a zip, then i wanted more (more)
made up my mind, the profit i got, i’ma flip it ’til i got a hundred os (whippits)
remember lockdown with gorillas who got a life sentence, some sh+t you ain’t ready for (no hand outs, no)
used to post up in the back of the crook with lil’ jessica (at her mama house)
taz would runnin’ with deebo, k+bow and k+rula (rula)
hittin’ l!cks in them stolen vehicles
remember when they put the weight on the swishers, that made ’em k!llers (grrt)

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