For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote
Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.
Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.
She's bad and she knows
Now thats the fucking struggle
A criminal grind mean hustle
Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle
It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Troubled with a struggle
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Tired of the pain tired of the struggle
Of finding myself as an individual
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