STRUGGLIN’

[Intro] Statik Selektah [Chorus] (Fly) The packs still coming in, the trap still bubbling Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland Thanks to the government, Black people suffering You can't stop the hustle, won't go back the struggling The packs still coming in, the trap still bubbling Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland Thanks to the government, Black people suffering You can't stop the hustle, won't go back the struggling [Verse 1] Did what he did to feed his family by any means Wasn't a shooter kept the Ruger for his enemies He only had one pair of sneakers so he kept 'em clean He said he knew that he'd be great because he had a dream When he first came into this country, he was such a good kid Pigs planted crack inside his pocket when he came to Brooklyn They was just looking for someone to take central booking His auntie saw what had transpired so they never took him So much for the land of opportunity Or unity or community No immunity, guess it's you or me It's usually just eulogies Only right he get in where he fit in He knew to change his surroundings when he didn't Saw what they was getting and that's when he started dealing He was riding on a high horse really thought they wouldn't get him Was told that he could make more money out in Maryland Him and his partner was so desperate they tried anything Ain't never left the state they did a little traveling, got settled in Didn't know his custys started babbling It was a sting, ain't know he sold police the evidence That's when the coppers dipped into his son's inheritance They pat him down and took him in thought they got everything He did a little time but never got no heavy sentencing [Chorus] The packs still coming in, the trap still bubbling Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland Thanks to the government, Black people suffering You can't stop the hustle, won't go back the struggling The packs still coming in, the trap still bubbling Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland Thanks to the government, Black people suffering You can't stop the hustle, won't go back the struggling [Verse 2] Call it bad timing, didn't talk he stayed silent Switched his trade from hustling to dollar van driving Wasn't for that he would have prolly never met my mom Some say that Bajans and Jamaicans never get along Didn't wanna pay her fare to go to Kings Plaza Know he didn't think that he would be her kid's father Thought that he was smooth and found a nice new cyatty My mama always tell me, "You just like your daddy" Ironic I'm his junior, all the chronic I was moving Extra cash we could have used it, didn't last 'cause I was stupid To make it in America, you have to gain knowledge He made it his priority to graduate college Got his degree and started teaching for a bit His old friends couldn't get down with the fact he had gone legit I'm just glad he made that switch to ensure he won't go back in They could never talk no shit, that's because he ain't never snitched