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wayne616 - even struggles lyrics

[intro: rio da yung og]
what up, rich, wayne? (southside sh+t)
you know what the f+ck goin’ on

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
i’m in the kitchen cookin’ dope with my left hand
exercising, i’m in here sweatin’, i need a headband
oh, you can’t find no more act’? bring me the red then
i need my mac and cheese with extra dressing
just missed out on another pint, that sh+t depressing
hit him in his knee with the ar, you hear him yellin’?
that n+gga had amiris on, but i distressed ’em
how many percs you say you need? i’m finna press ’em
put me on the court by myself, i bet i beat the pistons
i hit my n+gga with a bag, but i’ma reap the benеfits
i woke up with gucci on, i fell asleep in christians
drunk so much lean on thanksgiving, i’ma bе sleep through christmas
started out with a small bag, ended up coppin’ chickens
i used to beat n+ggas to sleep, but now i’m poppin’ pistols
used to use my wrist to cook dope, but now i’m rockin’ richards
cookin’ bricks in the crockpot, ain’t used to have a pot to p+ss in
if i told you my story, you probably wouldn’t believe me
i was a ghetto boy already ‘fore i f+cked with peezy
you be doin’ too much to hit hoes, she let me f+ck her easy
they asked me why i act like this, i got a bunch of reasons
she sucked the d+ck, kept the spit, swallowed a bunch of s+m+n
just punched a brick with my bare hands, now my knuckles bleedin’
my body shuttin’ down off all this drank, i feel my muscles weakenin’
me and bro ain’t grow up together, but our struggles even
i need a brick of white girl, i got jungle fever
that ain’t no h+llcat stamp, bro, this a f+ckin’ demon
changed her whole life when i move in, b+tch, i’m cousin skeeter
[verse 2: louie ray]
i know what these hoes want, i’m a mind reader
p+ssy and pape’ on the floor, i’m tryna find eater
got guccis and pape’ on the floor, i need a housecleaner
two for twenty+five, four for eighty, i’m a price beater
thinkin’ we ain’t down to blow these b+tches, yeah, aight, n+gga
b+tches wanna get around and f+ck for the hype
every n+gga ’round me is somebody your b+tch’d like
when i was broke, i used to tell myself like, “n+gga, get it right”
sellin’ ice out the bowl like it’s weed through the night
my block kinda look like halloween do at night
when you f+ck up, just make sure next time you get it right
told the b+tch, “we ain’t sleepin’ next time you spend the night”

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