Struggle

Real motherfuckers man You gotta hustle just to beat the struggle I know [Fed-Ex] You couldn't fuck wit me If we was runnin' trains together Heard you keep your heat under your pillow OK whatever, you's the victim In and out of jail was me Frontin' drugs to thugs So who else could it be I let the nine fetch ya Bitch nigga, you catch the stretcher I'm all about perfection I run more blocks than you ran When they was dumpin' you was actin' like a scared man I boosted up my prices Like the price of power Or the cost of gas We get money by the hour Move fork on a hustla I was raised that way Young thugs on the block Been out there all day Catch me hustlin' in the rain feelin' pain that way [Chorus: repeat 2X] You gotta hustle just to bet the struggle, I know You gotta bust down doors Go and get it for doe Don't nobody wanna see you live You know why? Cuz everybody wanna see you die And that's real [Fed-Ex] All the way in New York Cali on my plates Funk Master Flex hit the tunnel for a day Giving depth to them big stack holders Dirty money folders pushin' valves on the corner Cracks under they tongue Garlic's on they shelves Bodies on they guns Chickens in the business Celebrate when they done Through the light like it's green In my Benz, roadies fiilin' my team Hittin' weed that's the ? off my jeans California dream, and I'm livin' it up Up in Vegas at the magic show blowin' a buck Spittin' more in niggas' face Then the police done laced I'm a boss at the top of the list Come fuck wit me Drug indictment, how could it be Got runner's pushin' crack Got runner's pushin' ? than me [Chorus] [Fed-Ex] To all my G's up in a duffle bag How would you approach it? Wit your demo wit your gun out Barrel already smokin' Never A-rab wit this rap cat down on the floor Or push it off on the North Star on highway 4 Reckless drivin' A grown man locked in the trunk Fed him a sock for lunch Or a hog, tying him up Yeah you know The type a shit that happens in the ghetto Heavy metal get pierced if you ain't careful And that's real I seen as the shit go down Like being locked in a box Buried under the ground We do it mob style And I swear that on my kids If you come searchin' for clues and get did [Chorus]