Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Poverty stricken boy you gotta be kidding scouting and a pitching, when moms was buying lottery tickets
Out on a mission, to triple what we start from beginning
I'm from conditions, that make you feel out of decisions
Them babies need milk, insulin gotta be giving
The trap jump the beef pop, ain't no time to to bitching
He got e, tabs and the weed sometimes you gotta be different
Down 3 with 3 on the clock, ain't no time to be pippen
I'm from where Papi got the work, ain't no jobs to be giving
Now you getting them o's off and he call you apprentice
The O-dog road dog that's always causing a menace
Or slide into finish and get you every size of the tennnis
From Maine out to Venice we swiped you niggas out of your business
Now the plan is to push the ceiling way out of the limit
I just hope just like the scale the dash is all digital
Cash is all visual, dreams become literal
Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Look at the tyranny we face
While Tears run down the face
As mothers struggle to face there sons only escape
Basketball or a grave, Microphone or upstate
That's sentence with out date when paroles a revolving gate
I'm just trying to beat survival by being my child's idol
The way they all rapping Im bound to become your rival
Showing up in a hearse, is how they planned my arrival
Now there carried by six while the pastor read from the Bible
The way they paying in streams, I hope you listen thru tidal
The way they making them memes, it's the only way to go viral
Give your life to that front screen camera and go psycho
Gods looking for Christ thou, f*ck it man what do I know
Im just a young Malcolm trying shake the habits of Red
The type of poverty we faced, shit we rather be dead
It's a different type of hunger when you rather be fed
We just trying break actual bread but yah don't hear me though
Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
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Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Poverty stricken boy you gotta be kidding scouting and a pitching, when moms was buying lottery tickets
Out on a mission, to triple what we start from beginning
I'm from conditions, that make you feel out of decisions
Them babies need milk, insulin gotta be giving
The trap jump the beef pop, ain't no time to to bitching
He got e, tabs and the weed sometimes you gotta be different
Down 3 with 3 on the clock, ain't no time to be pippen
I'm from where Papi got the work, ain't no jobs to be giving
Now you getting them o's off and he call you apprentice
The O-dog road dog that's always causing a menace
Or slide into finish and get you every size of the tennnis
From Maine out to Venice we swiped you niggas out of your business
Now the plan is to push the ceiling way out of the limit
I just hope just like the scale the dash is all digital
Cash is all visual, dreams become literal
Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Look at the tyranny we face
While Tears run down the face
As mothers struggle to face there sons only escape
Basketball or a grave, Microphone or upstate
That's sentence with out date when paroles a revolving gate
I'm just trying to beat survival by being my child's idol
The way they all rapping Im bound to become your rival
Showing up in a hearse, is how they planned my arrival
Now there carried by six while the pastor read from the Bible
The way they paying in streams, I hope you listen thru tidal
The way they making them memes, it's the only way to go viral
Give your life to that front screen camera and go psycho
Gods looking for Christ thou, f*ck it man what do I know
Im just a young Malcolm trying shake the habits of Red
The type of poverty we faced, shit we rather be dead
It's a different type of hunger when you rather be fed
We just trying break actual bread but yah don't hear me though
Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Poverty stricken boy you gotta be kidding scouting and a pitching, when moms was buying lottery tickets
Out on a mission, to triple what we start from beginning
I'm from conditions, that make you feel out of decisions
Them babies need milk, insulin gotta be giving
The trap jump the beef pop, ain't no time to to bitching
He got e, tabs and the weed sometimes you gotta be different
Down 3 with 3 on the clock, ain't no time to be pippen
I'm from where Papi got the work, ain't no jobs to be giving
Now you getting them o's off and he call you apprentice
The O-dog road dog that's always causing a menace
Or slide into finish and get you every size of the tennnis
From Maine out to Venice we swiped you niggas out of your business
Now the plan is to push the ceiling way out of the limit
I just hope just like the scale the dash is all digital
Cash is all visual, dreams become literal
Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Look at the tyranny we face
While Tears run down the face
As mothers struggle to face there sons only escape
Basketball or a grave, Microphone or upstate
That's sentence with out date when paroles a revolving gate
I'm just trying to beat survival by being my child's idol
The way they all rapping Im bound to become your rival
Showing up in a hearse, is how they planned my arrival
Now there carried by six while the pastor read from the Bible
The way they paying in streams, I hope you listen thru tidal
The way they making them memes, it's the only way to go viral
Give your life to that front screen camera and go psycho
Gods looking for Christ thou, f*ck it man what do I know
Im just a young Malcolm trying shake the habits of Red
The type of poverty we faced, shit we rather be dead
It's a different type of hunger when you rather be fed
We just trying break actual bread but yah don't hear me though
Put me in the struggle, bag it up
Get a couple Hundrend, count it up
Said the streets show me no love
Gotta keep it low for the glow up
Now they wanna act like they know us
Cause they see we get that money by the hour
I can never let a hater get the power
I can never let a hater get the power
Writer: Anthony Collier, Kolleh Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid