Styles P - We Still Strugglin lyrics

Come on man

Sp 3 5 4

Strugglin my life

God damn I reflect on

Those I used to hustle with

And now we just fly kites

Damn we be living some wild lifes

We got to get them crackers to right

They treat us like wild life

Got to pay the bills for the building

The precious building the type of shit that make you rob us a billion

My whole generation was brainwashed

Lookin' at the rims should I get em detailed or handwashed

A man like his watch and his jersey

Try to bring bricks down south and we stopped in new jersey

Told them that the game was painful

If you don't want to take time to think the bullets are brainful

Big when they bang you then angels a change you

I ain't trying to game you cause I'm in the game to

Shit I been struggling for far too long

My niggas on the block bubblin' for far too long

354 shit

Shadow wah folly

My pain my thoughts my tears

My struggle my life my fears

I engraved my name in d streets

But you don't know what I go through just to see my kids eat

Those ain't pay up in 10 weeks

The baby mumma drama all day cause I'm breaking home ends meet

Past cota with me what the fuck you expect

Wonder when this music industry gone cut me a cheque

Chad told me look at my beeper I got the connect

And even listen to the streets dog I got the respect

If I die and go the hard way fuck it I'm a go hard

Presense gonna be felt on the streets or in the prison yard

Next I invision god right beside me with duck mella speil lotion and lee roy dolby

Puck rock incidents dog that shit scarred me

Picture me scared to die now nigga that's harvy no

Some real shit

Ay yo this is my clip my hammer my slugs

And I still shed blood for the love of my thugs

Still breaking days end while I blaze in the wind

The struggle of my life hustlin right and after gym

See I'm gifted with this curse

You can feel in every verse

I'll bring it from the dirt

I'm the hell on this earth

You can smell what I'm worth

If these cheques don't cut

Then these tecks gon buck

You can tell how it hurt

See my niggas need work

My dog just got 25 and he need church

And he seen worse

When you try to take my pride and leave me stuffed with the pain

Left my only stride nothing to lose only the game

When I bang for the suffering 400 years

We had enough of it

It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it

If I had to do it again I thug it twice

Take a slice of the struggle in my life, one