Struggles, Hustles Lyrics

One night Matthew called for help and I didn't answer

I didn't go to him

He never asked us for anything again

Shut us out

Shut everyone else

Everyone in Matthew's life abandoned him

Including me

What is it Paul

Matthew knows

It's not just me, it's just the gangsta habit

Matthew, what are you doing here

Yo, that's crazy

Shit feel like war

Niggas going through struggles

Playing tug-a-war

Cause nigga, I don't trust you

You got a 4.5 but my 4.5 will bust you

Born in this world with nothing but struggles

Trying to get this bread

Every which way

On my grind

Every single day

Struggles

Hustles

Struggles

Hustles

Struggles

Hustles

Struggles

Hustles

Yeah I need gwap

Human money

Pay me

I been through a lot

Shit made me crazy

I made more than all y'all homies sells

Rubber band stacks wrap like Ponytail

Yeah, play for keeps

Take it to the guns

Well, I got my own heat

Say I'm a wild one

Cause I used to love the beef

Stay in the street

Nah, I ain't nothing funny

Get money

Just get it

Don't think

Don't blink

Just operate

Nah, we can't relate

Step back like it's safety

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I feel the hate

Fuck, I got my own back like a cape

I make you kill yourself like suicide

Tie a rope around your old neck like a bow tie

Ask me why I got locked up

Why he did that for

Ask me no more

Cause I'm out and I'm getting dough

Yo, I'm the one

Like fucking Neo in the Matrix

Bitch

Yo, that's crazy

Shit feel like war

Niggas going through struggles

Playing tug-a-war

Cause nigga, I don't trust you

You got a 4.5 but my 4.5 will bust you

Born in this world with nothing but struggles

Trying to get this bread

Every which way

On my grind

Every single day

Struggles

Hustles

Struggles

Hustles

Struggles

Hustles

Struggles

Hustles

Yeah, so many people die and laid up on the floor

I meet motherfuckers right at they front door

All this money and I need to make more

Fuck around and rob a liquor store

Fuck the dudes and the whores

I rob you

Make you run just in your drawers

Fuck around, shoot them in the jaw

Nah

But I do make a motherfucker fall

I do my thing, have a ball

Fun stops when I'm take em to war

I'm in love with the cabbage

Stash tucked under the mattress

Dreams of fucking an actress

Everything gold

With 24 carats

Taking E

Making me love the fabric

Running from the police

Making it feel like gymnastics

I'm not even being dramatic

Everything new

Straight out the plastic

With camouflage jackets

While moving drastic

I shock you

Like static

Moving, drug traffic

I stay matic

Facts

You know, we've talked so much about

Truth

You and I

Well my truth

God's truth

Now it seems like

None of those conversations were just a goddamn lie

Shame on you