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"Struggle" is a track by Lil Skies, from the album Good Grades Bad Habits, released 14th September 2015. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Look, do you really wanna fuck with a nigga like me? Chain icey, no Spike Lee Just might be the best MC comin' out the CB Sip lean out my cup feelin' sleepy Lil niggas tellin' me they wanna be me I'm 16 livin' life like I'm 23 With the OG's in the cut sippin' Hennessey And I'm just a lil nigga with the old heads Tryna make my bread thicker Started prayin' even though I was a born sinner Workin' hard everyday like I'm born to be a winner I need time, writin' lines for the fiends like I serve dimes Optomus in his prime, got the right drive You want pennies? I'ma snatch fives Take yours then I take mines Swear I'm never in the right mindset, is it my time yet? God takin' too long, I ain't shine bright yet Drop a bomb on the beat, no bomb threats Spent nights lookin' back, I don't have no regrets I'm a young nigga, earn my respect When you see me better greet me as a vet Free my niggas out the cell, we up next Rest in piece to gunna gunna, that's my flesh, gang Chill with gorillas, but mob with them killers that snatchin' yo chain Shit ain't been the same since niggas got change now niggas just bang My brothers, my brothers, no bitch in between, I'll die for my blood I say "fuck what I was" cause now I'm that nigga who risin' above [Chorus] Chambersburg Pennsylvania, what I'm reppin' That's that 717, all my niggas we some legends, yeah From the dirt and now we get it off the muscle All my niggas gotta hustle just to make it out the struggle, yeah Chambersburg Pennsylvania, what I'm reppin' That's that 717, all my niggas we some legends, yeah From the dirt and now we get it off the muscle All my niggas gotta hustle just to make it out the struggle, yeah [Verse 2] Say fuck what I was, I'm stuck in my ways of bein' a thug Nobody showed love, my niggas sold drugs I knew all the plugs, their shooters wear gloves I walk to the gate, hate on my face Life was a race and I'm down for the chase Still gettin' faded and snatchin' this cake He passed away now I see rainy days My uncle in jail, my soul full of anger My circle stay small, I can't fuck with you strangers Always been ready providing them bangers I left the old me hangin' up on the hanger This life is a bitch, I'm fuckin' her good I bought a new chain just to say that I could Smoked my first blunt in the back of the woods Pop open the hood then back to the hood, I'm I'm the nigga with the gold chain Gettin' brain from a bad bitch, you believe that? Used to be a broke boy makin' no noise Now I'm walking in the store screaming "That I need that" Used to see all the niggas with the 45's Givin' high fives to the niggas on the come up Niggas, got thrown in the dump truck Cops run up and they pullin' out handcuffs It's just the life that we live Hol up, God can you forgive me, for the shit that I did? I realized it was a trip Shit, but that's just how it is, uh When you tryna make it big, uh And I never liked cops, nah I just can't fuck with pigs
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