The Struggle

(Intro)

Sell that gas, I got a long list of my clientelle

Stash the box, might fuck around and buy a couple pounds

Everyday we out here getting faded

Destined to be this stoney, wouldn't trade it



(Verse 1)

Kenyan I got the shield, nappy fro on my piece for real

And tell them other hoes stop it, the man is here

High and bright like a chandelier

Hit the Mary three times, start a freestyle poof that's when Ray appear

Only on gas that will burn another layer of the atmosphere

Cut the check let's make beats

Blue la flame on me I got heat

Molotov lighting fires to the corner store

Short on wraps he ain't 21

And he can't afford to make time for a bitch cuz the plane is taking off

Slow it down on the cloud I can't hear you through the smoke

I tell him like



(Pre-chorus)

Lotta goodies wanna flex, ain't no common sense

Reach around you get them hands up like i'm ambidex

In the valley throwing sheets up like a paper press

You fall into they plan, just don't know it yet



(Chorus)

Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as

Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer

No weed, we be on a job for the dinner

If you tuck me bitch aim for the liver, said



Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as

Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer

Proceed, people on jobs for they dinner

Load up in the getaway van, payday



(Verse 2)

Hands in the air trick, screaming out mayday

If you keep it up imma upgrade

Chief Keef blasting, feel tense

See just how fast it gets ugly

And no I ain't talking bout the hugs

I be about the love, not the smothering

There be women in abundance

High-key they be loving the chocolate coloring, yea

Ain't about a dollar it ain't making no sense

Bitch get out my pocket, i'm paying my rent

This frequent flyer n***a tryna make m's

Too secure, offshore got accounts in all seven continents

So much dirty laundry need to wash again

Ain't shit y'all can tell me no more

Keep seshing n***a



(Pre-chorus)

Lotta goodies wanna flex, ain't no common sense

Reach around you get them hands up like i'm ambidex

In the valley throwing sheets up like a paper press

You slave to Uncle Sam, can't escape the fact



(Chorus)

Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as

Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer

No weed, we be on a job for the dinner

If you tuck me bitch aim for the liver, said



Waiting on a day to float by with my n***as

Waiting on a day that I ain't hide from a killer

Proceed, people on jobs for they dinner

Better not lie for the trigger, Oscar



(Outro)

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