The Struggle

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Flatout & Tese Beatz

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Turn up then Tese
It's crazy back then
I was struggling
I handled that shit like it's nothing
I knew it took time
I'm not rushing
They staking me out
So I'm clutching
Now tell me how you love it
Counting money by the dozens
If you pull up mean mugging
Then that mean no discussion
We tote sticks, no percussion Flatout sick need robitussin
Oh damn, I seen her blushing
Oh damn, I seen her coming
Swear that shit ain't really nothing For my lady, get the tussling
See my brother getting money Yeah, I knew that he was hustling
He got locked up
We was struggling
Felt like I was left with nothing
Put a book in a pen
I done took I done sinned
With a book in a pen
I had looked up within
Niggas crooked in a sense
Niggas crooked in a uhh
If I'm lying, then I'm flying
But I'm up in cyberspace
They want beef, I'm slicing steak
I got flavor like the taste
I was trusting way too many
I admit my mistakes
Niggas had us gunpoint
Know we had to violate
Can't go back, retaliate
Show fake love they hide the hate
It don't matter, we gon' blow
Dirty Flat bout to blow
White diamonds like the snow Slim, why you loving her
I seen her with powder nose
She a runner for the girl
Hit one bump, she out her clothes I can't go just vouch for that
You stay all around them hoes
I'm just all around them bands
Diamonds all around my hands She just licked her lips at me
Tryna eat me out my pants
I'm that number one lil' nigga
I can't go give you a chance
Rasta, rasta, Buju Banton
I might bag her using Spanish
My wordplay will do some damage
She love me, I'm too romantic
Call me sir, use your manners
I'm a hustler, ooh, damn watch
Me sell shampoo to dandruff
I mess with her
Cause she bad, yeah
I'm freaky, I grab on her ass, yeah
I am the bomb just like Baghdad F*ck nigga, where is your bands at
You got bands without a whip
Flat don't understand that
Broke, can't comprehend that Gave too many handouts
Look at how shit panned out
This shit wasn't planned out
She fucking with me
That's hands down
Woke up, I feel like the man now
If you don't f*ck with me
Stand down
They hit me cause
Flatout got bands now
Oh, now we friends now
Stay keeping your distance
Like pen pals
Flatout I stand on my ten now They shooting shots, so get down
Fresh when I hop out
The whip now
Watch when you stare
At the wrist, blaow
Smoking on purple, Pau Gasol Pass me the ball, I'm in, bounds
Soon as I drive, I get fouled
So I gotta pass it assist now
It's crazy back then
I was struggling
I handled that shit like it's nothing
I knew it took time
I'm not rushing
They staking me out
So I'm clutching
Now tell me how you love it
Counting money by the dozens
If you pull up mean mugging
Then that mean no discussion
We tote sticks, no percussion Flatout sick need robitussin
Oh damn, I seen her blushing
Oh damn, I seen her coming
Swear that shit ain't really nothing For my lady, get the tussling
See my brother getting money Yeah, I knew that he was hustling

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