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Intro/Hustle to Struggle - Yung Walt lyrics


INTRO

I know its comin/ but change gotta make it
cuz its no otha option/ but to make it
just face it..im the BEST/ yall basic
like me and you starin eye 2 eye/just face it
i get on tracks/ and run on'em just like asics
no rappers wanna race him/ mite wanna erase him
well get ya numba 2'z out/ work on ya penmenship
im at the dealership/ spendin for my penmenship(niccaaa)
now its back 2 the basics/ where i find mah'self
couldnt get a deal f*** IT/ so i signed mah'self
C.E.O. of my own shit/ GHETTO CHILD ENT
no labels gone f*** me/ cuz WALT got his own dick
i do it 4 the streetz/ cuz they got mah'back
open a deal 4 a couple mill/ swear 2 God im comin back
and if i dont/ here's my invatation..come and get me
rob me 4 the fancy things/ cuz we KNOW thats what fancy brings
f*** the fancy things/ imma get the HOOD right
REAL ESTATE...REC CENTERS/ NEW SCHOOLS...NEW BOOKS
"SECTION 8" EVERYTHING/ get my people on they feet
cuz thats the ONLY WAY I CAN SLEEP.../ with NO piece....peace

HUSTLE 2 STRUGGLE
[verse 1]
I am weezy, not "F.BABY"/ but i respect "The Carter"
im no longer Yung Walt nomore/ so call me WALTER
GROWN MAN, and i been stressin/ every since my adolescence
learned a hard lesson/ hard-headed, didnt have no father present
Cristmas came..no presents/ my momz did the best she did
its hard tryna live off the county/ with 2 rebellious kids
its just the GHETTO LIFE/ i breathe and i love it
alotta food-stamps 4 the groceries/ no car we had to bus it
sittin on the back of the bus/ with people steppin on our groceries
i can tell this aint how life suppose to be
"fruit snacks" stepped on/ "eggs" all busted
momz still bi***in/ she couldnt afford the "mustard"
so i gotta play "catch-up"/ forced to play catch-up
no job..RAP or BALL-PLAY?/ CRACK is what they left him
so you know i did EVERYTHING/ hustlin?..IM BOUT THAT
momz stressin i pay billz/ maaan, i gotta get her out that

[Hook](repeat x2)
I went from cookin in the kitchen/ to shootin out with hataz
it'll take alotta "Converse"/ to replace my "Chuck Taylors"
see me grind from the BOTTOM/ just to make it to the BOTTOM
and we...HUSTLE 2 STRUGGLE/ still endin up at the BOTTOM

[verse 2]
and you know i cant see it comin down my eyes
so i grab my pen and pad/ the pen is my eyes
the ink is the tears that i cry
every night my feelins wont let me
i wanna quit but dont let me
Lord grant me the serinity to dont let me
give up and live up 2 my expectations
everybody in my hood waitin/ on me to make it...no fakin...

AND IM THEY SCAPEGOAT
DAMN RIGHT IM MY HOODS RIGHT WORK
AND THEY CANT BREATHE WITHOUT ME...

and you can check my resume/ i did everything that i say
guns..drugs..robbery/ COME 2 THE HOOD, THEY VOUCHE 4 ME
and i DONT MEAN TO GLORIFY/ or BONIFY the street livin
that we LIVE IN/ i did that and it AINT A GOOD FEELIN
but they LOVE when i rap/ that ghetto music thats fluent
and INFLUENCE THE GHETTO KIDS/ to GO 2 SCHOOL, dont be truent
and i was in the hood every day/ getttin it how i do it
SO DONT TELL ME BOUT THESE STREETS MUTHAf***A/ CUZ U WAS TRUENT

[hook](repeat x2)

[verse 3]
my mind scramble like Randle/ my toughts polluted
my cousins a pimp&chooser/ my aunt is a drug abuser...damn
we in the TRAP../either u smoke it or you deal it
get SHOT UP or DO THE KILLIN/ its a horrifyin feelin...
when YA HOMIES SERVE YA MOM ROCKS
DADDIES IN A PINE BOX/ and you just took 5 shots...damn
and every day we get harrasment by detectives
search us..find the heat/ they dont wanna hear "its 4 protection"...look
jail?...thats hell when you get up in it/ but you learn where the love
when you get up in the court room/ no 1 there but ya momma
she there to the case finish
every time u call ya girl/ she dont except ya callz...naw
and you get the word ya BEST FRIEND IS f***IN
now you aint EATIN RIGHT/ or SLEEPIN RIGHT, you more sicker
call the hood...homies dead/ there go sommore liquor
b4 you go JUDGIN US.../ TOUCHIN, PUSHIN, and SHOVIN US
learn why the way we are/ AND YOU MITE JUST START LOVIN US...

[hook](repeat x2)
Hustle to Struggle album
         Song Rating
01   Intro/Hustle to Struggle  
5.00
02   Strip Club[add]   -
03   Why Niggas Feat James[add]   -
04   Shake Dat Sh**[add]   -
05   Close 2 Me Feat James[add]   -
06   Playboy Feat BJ, Frank Lee White[add]   -
07   Reap What You Sowe Feat Coi, Quaze[add]   -
08   Dreams Feat James[add]   -
09   Lay U Down[add]   -
10   Dig It Feat J. Black[add]   -
11   West Side[add]   -
12   It Is Wut It Is[add]   -
13   Tame My Feat Yn[add]   -
14   Story[add]   -
15   What You Talkin Bout Feat J. Black, X2[add]   -
16   Bleed Like I Do[add]   -
17   Bonus Shake Dat Shit Feat Tiffany Foxx, Snoop Dogg[add]   -
 

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