CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : EVEN STRUGGLES
What up, Rich, Wayne? (Southside sh*t)
You know what the f**k goin' on
I'm in the kitchen cookin' dope with my left hand
Exercising, I'm in here sweatin', I need a headband
Oh, you can't find no more Act'? Bring me the red then
I need my mac and cheese with extra dressing
Just missed out on another pint, that sh*t depressing
Hit him in his knee with the AR, you hear him yellin'?
That n***a had Amiris on, but I distressed 'em
How many Percs you say you need? I'm finna press 'em
Put me on the court by myself, I bet I beat the Pistons
I hit my n***a with a bag, but I'ma reap the benеfits
I woke up with Gucci on, I fell asleep in Christians
Drunk so much lean on Thanksgiving, I'ma bе sleep through Christmas
Started out with a small bag, ended up coppin' chickens
I used to beat n***as to sleep, but now I'm poppin' pistols
Used to use my wrist to cook dope, but now I'm rockin' Richards
Cookin' bricks in the crockpot, ain't used to have a pot to p*ss in
If I told you my story, you probably wouldn't believe me
I was a ghetto boy already 'fore I f**ked with Peezy
You be doin' too much to hit hoes, she let me f**k her easy
They asked me why I act like this, I got a bunch of reasons
She sucked the d**k, kept the spit, swallowed a bunch of semen
Just punched a brick with my bare hands, now my knuckles bleedin'
My body shuttin' down off all this drank, I feel my muscles weakenin'
Me and bro ain't grow up together, but our struggles even
I need a brick of white girl, I got jungle fever
That ain't no Hellcat stamp, bro, this a f**kin' Demon
Changed her whole life when I move in, b*t*h, I'm Cousin Skeeter
I know what these hoes want, I'm a mind reader
Pu**y and pape' on the floor, I'm tryna find eater
Got guccis and pape' on the floor, I need a housecleaner
Two for twenty-five, four for eighty, I'm a price beater
Thinkin' we ain't down to blow these b*t*hes, yeah, aight, n***a
B*t*hes wanna get around and f**k for the hype
Every n***a 'round me is somebody your b*t*h'd like
When I was broke, I used to tell myself like, "N***a, get it right"
Sellin' ice out the bowl like it's weed through the night
My block kinda look like Halloween do at night
When you f**k up, just make sure next time you get it right
Told the b*t*h, "We ain't sleepin' next time you spend the night"
You know what the f**k goin' on
I'm in the kitchen cookin' dope with my left hand
Exercising, I'm in here sweatin', I need a headband
Oh, you can't find no more Act'? Bring me the red then
I need my mac and cheese with extra dressing
Just missed out on another pint, that sh*t depressing
Hit him in his knee with the AR, you hear him yellin'?
That n***a had Amiris on, but I distressed 'em
How many Percs you say you need? I'm finna press 'em
Put me on the court by myself, I bet I beat the Pistons
I hit my n***a with a bag, but I'ma reap the benеfits
I woke up with Gucci on, I fell asleep in Christians
Drunk so much lean on Thanksgiving, I'ma bе sleep through Christmas
Started out with a small bag, ended up coppin' chickens
I used to beat n***as to sleep, but now I'm poppin' pistols
Used to use my wrist to cook dope, but now I'm rockin' Richards
Cookin' bricks in the crockpot, ain't used to have a pot to p*ss in
If I told you my story, you probably wouldn't believe me
I was a ghetto boy already 'fore I f**ked with Peezy
You be doin' too much to hit hoes, she let me f**k her easy
They asked me why I act like this, I got a bunch of reasons
She sucked the d**k, kept the spit, swallowed a bunch of semen
Just punched a brick with my bare hands, now my knuckles bleedin'
My body shuttin' down off all this drank, I feel my muscles weakenin'
Me and bro ain't grow up together, but our struggles even
I need a brick of white girl, I got jungle fever
That ain't no Hellcat stamp, bro, this a f**kin' Demon
Changed her whole life when I move in, b*t*h, I'm Cousin Skeeter
I know what these hoes want, I'm a mind reader
Pu**y and pape' on the floor, I'm tryna find eater
Got guccis and pape' on the floor, I need a housecleaner
Two for twenty-five, four for eighty, I'm a price beater
Thinkin' we ain't down to blow these b*t*hes, yeah, aight, n***a
B*t*hes wanna get around and f**k for the hype
Every n***a 'round me is somebody your b*t*h'd like
When I was broke, I used to tell myself like, "N***a, get it right"
Sellin' ice out the bowl like it's weed through the night
My block kinda look like Halloween do at night
When you f**k up, just make sure next time you get it right
Told the b*t*h, "We ain't sleepin' next time you spend the night"
