Lyrics:
you a skiver or a striver? What is it you do? You're just a chav, you're just a chav, We’re wasting taxes on you, Are you a skiver or a striver
Been a dreamer, a provider Been a striver I been hustling so hard Been a survivor Been a dreamer, a provider Been a striver I been hustling so
Ndaneta Revive Me, Revive Me, Revive Me Revive Me, Revive Me, Oh Jah Oh Jah Jah when are you gonna revive me Ndaneta neku striver all I want is
to Harlem, then I guess you’ll never know The power of these mean ole Harlem blues Ah, there’s one sweet spot in Harlem known as Striver’s Row ‘Ditty
Yea this is dedicated to the strugglers and the strivers All the hustlers and survivors who be on a mission doing what they gotta do to make it thru
Bitch, I'm unconscious Dreaming in silence Real good, that shit just be popping When you get me outside I'm a real good striver No cap, ain't bout
sack 'bout Still rep for them have-nots, try me homie you assed out I got Striver's Row in my denim tag and Akoo shit, new kicks Supersport on deuces,
that" Hustle Gang is my entourage I Striver's Row my camouflage I got Louis on them new LeBron's Lon Von or either Louboutins Like my dro, I'm too
sack 'bout Still rep for them have-nots, try me homie you assed out I got Striver's Row in my denim tag and Akoo shit, new kicks Supersport on deuces,
case All the damage left survivors, we official struggle striver's Can no pressure make me crack? Sit the fuck back Traumatize your whole click,
thing I wear Oh yeah, and a king of oneself And Strivers Row, you know me, ho Know where I'm from, know where I rep A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?"
banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow On 24, we
Gucci'd partner Hold it now I'm Louis'd down Don't do it partner Hold it now Or it's going down I wear Strivers Row my Louis ho AKOO be matching my
the black pool of genius And I'm a diver striver of perfection Inside of my inflections The blessings of the destined Restin' with no questions These are
Bedford-Stuyvesant isn't Strivers Flatbush blazing like it's smoke of the prophet And it's constant, remarkable artwork And God is the author, from Flaco to Archer We
[Chorus: x 2] [Bun B] Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine
me I'm still a problem, liftin' my wings Despite the system that vilified the victim, I'm still alive and kickin' I'ma striver, survivor, a husband
live-er In and out of any situation like MacGuyver If it's not Boopie's then it's Lady Godiva's When it comes to hitting ass I'm a striver I'll use my
don't deserve And live to collect it Can't you see I'm weary Maybe this news can wait The night of a thousand verses One thousand strivers strain
Metaphysically sparkin in psyche when mic's in my face Compile salt-peter to blow up the place A striver, I'm the MacGyver of the black race The unforgettable
still be haunted 'Cause I'm the ghost of Smokey Joe Remember when I kicked the bucket In my mansion up on Strivers' Row When they came and took me off in
the glow Growing Building the options Out the margin I flow Concepts is gold The striver That turnt problems to hope The answer was no Prepared him for
the eyes low like a deep diver Striver of the ill do that tomorrow Draw another image Neglecting to hop into my car And hit the job make some money Think
the weather Stretch out with some steppers Ride on with some strivers Left love love behind Heart break ain't mine Hustle mode on time Got short note on line
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