Текст Rich Boy – Strugglin
Текст:
Hook: x2
Ain’t gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long,
I pray routies to Buddha to move on
I said nah, I’m ready to spray it now
Verse 1:
Me and Zack copped 50 on the airplane,
I’m in the 7, gonna buy a rock, big frame
Me and Tyga tryin to get it, haters say who is it
When you lose somebody closer, when you really fit it,
I’m trying to take the pain away, I wanna be the best
But when you’re coming out the streets a lot of shit to test,
It was all good, you nigga saw me walking
Now when I put it to my shit, I see you niggas talking
Throw the deuces out the song, who will never choose,
In a big suburban city when it’s bulletproof
White true religion, jeans to the black stitchin
Ain’t got time for bitches bitchin, all my money missin
I’m prayin when the storm stop, I’ll see the sun
Heavenly Father help a nigga ’cause I’m on the run
On the run yeah, yeah
Hook: x2
Ain’t gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long,
I pray routies to Buddha to move on
I said nah, I’m ready to spray it now
And the gang’s at my pera line
Verse 2:
Hard time, keep on stressing me,
But I stay praying, hoping that the Lord will bless the G
I ain’t gonna lie how, I be flipping a lot of pain
And smoke for all my thugs in the game.
Swear my albums dropped, boy you just don’t move,
I’m feelin hella good, I’m finna act a fool,
But that don’t move a P colder, the baking soda, coke in the water
And now my nigga pushing that yola
I swear the money on my mind Lord hear me on my grind,
But for my mom I gotta shine
Tryna lay with some pain and a Glock that 9
Lord shining me lover,
Playing bear with a thug and protect me from the drug
Protect me from the drug
Hook: x2
Ain’t gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long,
I pray routies to Buddha to move on
I said nah, I’m ready to spray it now
And the gang’s at my pera line
Verse 3:
Been dragged through the mud and I came out clean,
Throw your king, blood line thinker than lean
Lord please be with me, I see death in my dreams,
Haters hide behind smiles, it ain’t all what it seems,
Facing a whole life sentence and low leafs ain’t fall
And then here you are, my nigga, I can’t tell on my dog
Stay tip toe, my frame will cast lobo
And I ain’t distributing Benjamins to none of these hoes
Grind gangsta getting this cold, nigga get it and go
Hustle I’m sticking this cold, nigga I get it and go
Hustle I’m sticking I move zero menace the sloothe
Won’t stop, cap on cruise, steady kept in the groove
Louie likin the shoes, I’m a hell of a dude,
Kids are bangin up this track, bout to leave it a bruise
Winners don’t lose, first base the spot that I choose
Kids are bangin up this track, bout to leave it a bruise
Winners don’t lose, first base the spot that I choose
Hook: x2
Ain’t gonna lie, bitch flirting for so long,
I pray routies to Buddha to move on
I said nah, I’m ready to spray it now
And the gang’s at my pera line
