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Made It Threw The Struggle
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Young Scooter
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(Chorus) I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter This a letter to my mama, I never had a f*cking father. Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke. I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter. (Verse) Woke up broke a thousand times No days I stayed on the ground You convicted of a felon, you can press rewind Had a thing like 50Cent can reach a dollar trying For this black sheep, my life is on the line We made it out the struggle through the hard times Jugging in that gudda, gudda, under the power line I do this shit for my lil brother, it’s like it is mine Got me stressed out, cause he thought I’m facing out of time And it’s crazy, cause I just had him another child And I got two myself and I take care of my niggers I take care of my family, no, the world don’t understand me. (Chorus) I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter This a letter to my mama, I never had a f*cking father. Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke. I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter. (Verse) I’m thinking white hoodie, white shades, White Js on white snow White Bugatti and a white Ferari And white diamonds on white gold. White grill, white Benz, fool around with my white friends, White furr in the right rims, You say my name and you’re right in. I’m not afraid of him, I got the ammo in, You gotta handle him and who stand with him I got the lambo in, I’m in the mandarin And ask on it rit Hamilton. Jordy acting like a mannequin It’s all equipped with the shenanigans She said she gonna keep my car, Instead I’m never gonna be a man again. She murder the track as a boobie, Young Scooter ain’t Gucci So many Maybachs out front Make you think I’m rolling with Gucci. I ain’t taking no jewelery off, You caught me, nigger, come shoot me. I am ready for the old murder, Then what you gonna do with the new me? (Chorus) I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter This a letter to my mama, I never had a f*cking father. Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke. I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter. (Verse) My man don’t have a dad and still want do shit to me Six years old, I ain’t had shit to eat My stomach getting biled up, I can’t get no sleep, Can’t wait to get to school, that’s my million dollar week. You still watch from the old bling and I got flow six I used to catch rise, now it’s falling o six A free fifty bands, that’s a full for a week My mama come upfront, talk to my daddy last week. He heard I got a song on the street called Columbia, My daddy smoked Columbia, so daddy, I don’t f*ck with you My mama raised a hustler, mama was a hustler, Gotta thank my mama, had to move her out of gudda. (Chorus) I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter This a letter to my mama, I never had a f*cking father. Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke, Ain’t no more going broke. I made it through that struggle, I cried it out that gutter.
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