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(Sick and tired of strugglin') Yeah Uh, uh (Yeah) Sick and tired of strugglin' On the corner hustlin' Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man) Baby mama cussin' me (Yeah) These record labels fuckin' me (Man) Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be) What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be) And I'm sick and tired of strugglin' (Sick and tired) On the corner hustlin' (On the corner hustlin') Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man) Baby mama cussin' me These record labels fuckin' me (Man) Yeah, but it's gon' be (Yeah, but it's gon' be) What it's gon' be (Yeah, what it's gon' be) But I just keep truckin' it, I done fell in love with it Pistol off safety, play wit' me and I'm bustin' it Burned so many times now I'm strugglin' to trust These bitches wanna fuck, now I'm strugglin' with lust Askin' God, "Is there a heaven for a nigga like us?" Or better yet, me, but I don't wanna die just to see Couple niggas changed up that was ridin' wit' me Peeped everything, I might not say nothin', but I see Letras de cancionesFour years straight, I was signed to a major They ain't do shit for me, the lessons I learned later Made me even greater, hustle harder and I'm grateful Won't nobody give you shit and strings come with the favors Milli' on the crib and it came with no neighbors Me, my sons, and my guns, and a whole lot of acres Nights on the block, serve fiends like a waiter Takin' orders on the phone for niggas that want it catered Root to all evil is the money, get yo evil up Cold ass world, that's why I ridin' with my heater tucked Yeah, uh And it's gon' be what it's gon' be, yeah Sick and tired of strugglin' On the corner hustlin' Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man) Baby mama cussin' me (Yeah) These record labels fuckin' me (Man) Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be) What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be) And I'm sick and tired of strugglin' (Sick and tired) On the corner hustlin' (On the corner hustlin') Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man) Baby mama cussin' me These record labels fuckin' me (Man) Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be) What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be) Niggas judge me, but don't know the half Niggas count me out, but can't do the math Pull up on the west side, they like, "You the man" I'm like, "Nah, I just had a plan" Shit, wouldn't be a real nigga if I ain't like to see my niggas win Couple niggas got the city on ten Much respect, don't let the hate reflect the nigga within I'm still learnin', my wheels still turnin', foot on the gas I ain't worried 'bout the shit in my past, the people I passed My only concern is will it outlast? Pay me in cash, free me at last, the whip never crashed 'Cause I'm in control, can't fuck with the flow, I'm hot like a stove The miles that I drove, got further to go The shit that I wrote came straight from the soul, I'm fully exposed I rose from the cracks, rappin' is wack, don't fall for the trap Or the pat on the back, 'cause niggas be cap Fuck all my stats, gain some respect Fuck all my stats, nigga, gain some respect Sick and tired of strugglin' On the corner hustlin' Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man) Baby mama cussin' me (Yeah) These record labels fuckin' me (Man) Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be) What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be) And I'm sick and tired of strugglin' (Sick and tired) On the corner hustlin' (On the corner hustlin') Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man) Baby mama cussin' me These record labels fuckin' me (Man) Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be) What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be) I remember tellin' mama I'm rappin' now Plus I got the 808 slappin' down But all she wanted for me was the cap and gown "Don't get caught walkin' on the trappin' grounds" But them streets callin' my name "Jay, we need some shit to make the trunk go "bang"" It's gettin' tough to find like pure cocaine And won't nobody there step in your lane Pimp, I ain't no shrimp So don't try me, like this my first time 'round the way Promise I ain't new to the game I spent a whole life being true to the game And we don't do no fakin' for no cameras We just out here makin' plays It ain't worth a damn to me, I got a real big fam to feed Cold and sick and tired of strugglin' From Letras Mania