Struggle Lyrics

We living in a struggle, gotta hustle for peace

I'm trying to feast but these haters just wont let me be

I'm trying to travel but these demons keep fucking with me

Blurred vision got this shit even tougher to see

Dropped to my hands and knees, asking the lord to please

Give me the burden, if it make it easy for my seed

A different pain, when you gotta see your kid struggles

A different game, when you caught up in your kids troubles

Don't let my kid suffer, Give me my kids troubles

And if it kills me just tell my baby "Daddy love him"

I'd give my life just to know that he can rest a ease

And have my head held high while I rest in peace

If that's my destiny

What I was showed to do then I'ma make every move like a solider do

Sometimes I wake up early in the morning tired of livin

But now I got a seed and for him I gotta get it

If it take my last breath Ima muhfuckin hustle, R.I.P. to the muhfuckin struggle

Sometimes I wake up early in the morning tired of livin

But now I got a seed and for him I gotta get it

If it take my last breath Ima muhfuckin hustle, R.I.P. to the muhfuckin struggle

Sometimes a nigga cant take it, my spirit start shaking

I can feel my heart racing, so now I'm off pacing

This shit really heart breaking, I cant even tell what's real or fake

Nigga's start hating

Sometimes I even hate myself, a nigga half naked

I'm out here on my grown man

Seen some dark places, out searching for my own plan

This shit amaze me nigga

And its crazy, how my neighborhood made me nigga

Straight Krazie Nigga

Grind mode, Straight beastin' nigga

One Day we gon' be feasting nigga

I'm just learning what you teached a nigga

It just reached a nigga, but Ima preach it nigga

My Pops said "never leave your weed around some niggas you don't trust"

My Mom said "never give your heart to some dumb bitch

You just here lustin" it was not up for discussion

Leave the people, Chase the money

I tell my son the same every night before he tucked in

Sometimes I wake up early in the morning tired of livin

But now I got a seed and for him I gotta get it

If it take my last breath

Ima muhfuckin hustle, R.I.P. to the muhfuckin struggle

Sometimes I wake up early in the morning tired of livin

But now I got a seed and for him I gotta get it

If it take my last breath Ima muhfuckin hustle, R.I.P. to the muhfuckin struggle

Word to my momma

Who abandon me

Sometimes I cuss out people and randomly

Give the middle finger to people

Who just now lend a hand to me

Please understand

That this isn't how I planned it to be

But I plan to see

That their won't be another day with you breathing

See I tried to be nice, I swear to God I tried to be cool

But you Uber ass niggas, are always fucking driving me to it

I bring the piece

To keep the peace, not to make a Mother weep

Or a Father lose they son, or a Lover lose they sleep

But you see this what that evil do, that shit can plant a seed in you

Speak on my name too much you getting Candyman not BeetleJuice

There can only be one in this game that's never won

And I gotta make it back to my son