My Struggle (feat. Bam Bueller, Fastlane P & 8.24) Video (MV)

You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
If you wasn't there wit us
Then you know I can't trust you
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
We jus tryna run it up
Block that gotta bust you
Livin' like a don hoe
It's Curry in these frontos
Blow em back to back shit I ain't even tryna drive home
Brody said I gotta flight I'm in another time zone
I need a p, some pussy she should know what time I'm on
Love the way she ride it I jus tell her ass to climb on
She hate it when I leave cuz ina morning I be miles gone
Member posted ina Deep was tryna get my shine on
Really thought I'd make it in the hood boi was I wrong
Recalling takin' countless losses but a nigga never fold
Ambition intuition and a f*ckin' heart of gold
Got some money out the hood tryna get it on the road
I'm jus tryna make it home so I got thirty in the load
You can tell dey got no guidance niggas lyin' an it shows
Everything these niggas doin for attention from these hoes
I can never fall in line behind the way these niggas roll
Never have too call a soul I go an do it on my own
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
If you wasn't there wit us
Then you know I can't trust you
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
We jus tryna run it up
Block that gotta bust you
Picture us broke hangin' on a wall in a frame
We use to be walkin' now I'm wit my bro switchin' lanes
Money ain't a thang but it seem to make some change
This city real wild and comes with a lot of pain
Growing up you got killed for shit you overheard
Fiends to the fix on the 15th & the 1st
Missed some tips now you in the mix it gets worst
Closed casket gettin' carried out to a hearse
You only live once no time to reimburse
I'm in my bag now baby all in her purse
In 2 years we coppin' chinchilla furs
Green and blue hundreds im so diverse
No partition but this .40 chauffeur
James Bond mission leave em shaking not stirred
The good die young souls rise from the curb
Knowledge I insert read between lines that's blurred
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
If you wasn't there wit us
Then you know I can't trust you
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
We jus tryna run it up
Block that gotta bust you
Growing up as a youth I learned to get it on my own
Never seen these niggas outside until they was grown
While you playing angry birds on yo mobile phone
I was setting plays had my team running zones
But hold on nigga that ain't even the start
From Crescent Park a lion wit heart running wit sharks
I done did everything push packs and push carts
Started on the bart now my whip push to start
But I aint made it Im still patient
But at the same time nigga I'm not waiting
Ginuwine about mine so anxious
I can't sit on my ass nigga I gotta chase it
Bouta bag moving fast in the lane I'm racing
Cock n aim blow yo brain if you think about taking
Most of y'all pump faking y'all walk around naked
Full of Hennessy and chaser but pockets still vacant
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
If you wasn't there wit us
Then you know I can't trust you
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
We jus tryna run it up
Block that gotta bust you
You wasn't wit me n the gym shooting jumpers in my living room
Got ya do it fo our mothers and ours bothers and our sisters too
A mansion on da hills you dumb niggas still ditch school
Ima always keep it real cuz I don't eles too do
Father to my kids I gotta hustle fo dis f*ckin' food
Kali Kiev Mack can't forget lil Maya too
Praise God multiply
Spread da word to the lost youth
Ain't no tooth fairy it's drug money under pillows
Ain't no Santa clause
I was really breaking in homes
Everybody gotta way
How many trips we finna go on
Can't believe thy tried smoke us
All weed we blew on front porch
All my niggas factors
It's only right that we tote torch
Yo bitch gone let us f*ck
We the ones tht she root for
Got her pussy in my phone
Too loose used no force
All these bitches choosing
If you married that's a divorce
Imma hold it down like da feet ona surf board
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
If you wasn't there wit us
Then you know I can't trust you
You don't know my struggle
So please don't knock my hustle
We got got it out the mud
It was me a couple thugs
We jus tryna run it up
Block that gotta bust you