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Struggle Meals
by Dominique Jenkins
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You're doing like a movie or something
My music video
Oh, your music video
Yas
I can be in your music video
Oh you wanna be in my music video
Yes
Oh, okay, okay
Salud
Salud
Gotta put this aside
Swallow my pride
Get where I'm called to be
You know what it's like
Watching everybody live life
Now I'm all in the house stuck on the couch
Thinkin how to get right
Took a walk in the rain to get a Dutch
Talk about pain
Why I need a crutch
Went in free spirited came out insane
Slipped and fell a long time ago
A month in county can humble you
Door to that cell close you hear them bolts
Grinding gears mean lights out
Facing years I had to cop out
Judge said trial I said let me out
Took me a while but I figured it out
We really blessed and you upset
We worked hard for this
Late nights all day inna trap
Call us track stars for this
Everyday hustlin' same outfit
On his set bitch
We put bread up for this
Bitch we put bread up for this
Bitches can't see my potential but I know I'm influential
You need help seek guidance
I'm kinda mental
I will bring it to ya temple
Getchu popped like pimple
Let me not talk shit cuz that's for my next rap sis
Public Service Announcement
You want some beef
Bitch, I'll bring it to you
I'm Chef Boyar D
I choke bitches for fun
Smack you up like a fiend
Who steals drugs and be on the run
You mad cause God linked us
Two money hungry hustlin niggas
Back when my aunt took me in
I couldn't buy Timberlands
My life's a soap opera, I guess it's one life to live
All that to be a side bitch
You need first place to win
You got some body kids and no ring
Let me not speak
Mind your business, Dominique
You gon' see I'm unique
That's on my brother
Remember, I'm a gangster
No gutters and I need silence
Let's hear it for a wannabe bad bitch
You gon' spend years worried about a man
While I'm stacking these motherfuckin bands, bitch
You concerned about me, sis, or dick
While I'm concerned about how we getting rich
For the commas I need rubber bands
No bank scams call me Thomas the Tank
I think I can
I think you're my biggest fan
I think I can snatch your man
He partnered my only fans
And made me a couple bands
Stupid hoe
You calling me a hoe
You scream you drive the boat
Take dick all in your throat
Look how I ride on this boat
Write my name with every stroke
Heard you can't even deepthroat
Stupid hoe
"Yeah, she a liar
She ain't seen me at no movies
Hugged up with nobody
Yeah, yeah
Well, let me tell you what
You just tell the bitch whoever she is
When I catch her, I'ma beat her ass
That girl gone"
You're doing like a movie or something
My music video
Oh, your music video
Yas
I can be in your music video
Oh you wanna be in my music video
Yes
Oh, okay, okay
Salud
Salud
Gotta put this aside
Swallow my pride
Get where I'm called to be
You know what it's like
Watching everybody live life
Now I'm all in the house stuck on the couch
Thinkin how to get right
Took a walk in the rain to get a Dutch
Talk about pain
Why I need a crutch
Went in free spirited came out insane
Slipped and fell a long time ago
A month in county can humble you
Door to that cell close you hear them bolts
Grinding gears mean lights out
Facing years I had to cop out
Judge said trial I said let me out
Took me a while but I figured it out
We really blessed and you upset
We worked hard for this
Late nights all day inna trap
Call us track stars for this
Everyday hustlin' same outfit
On his set bitch
We put bread up for this
Bitch we put bread up for this
Bitches can't see my potential but I know I'm influential
You need help seek guidance
I'm kinda mental
I will bring it to ya temple
Getchu popped like pimple
Let me not talk shit cuz that's for my next rap sis
Public Service Announcement
You want some beef
Bitch, I'll bring it to you
I'm Chef Boyar D
I choke bitches for fun
Smack you up like a fiend
Who steals drugs and be on the run
You mad cause God linked us
Two money hungry hustlin niggas
Back when my aunt took me in
I couldn't buy Timberlands
My life's a soap opera, I guess it's one life to live
All that to be a side bitch
You need first place to win
You got some body kids and no ring
Let me not speak
Mind your business, Dominique
You gon' see I'm unique
That's on my brother
Remember, I'm a gangster
No gutters and I need silence
Let's hear it for a wannabe bad bitch
You gon' spend years worried about a man
While I'm stacking these motherfuckin bands, bitch
You concerned about me, sis, or dick
While I'm concerned about how we getting rich
For the commas I need rubber bands
No bank scams call me Thomas the Tank
I think I can
I think you're my biggest fan
I think I can snatch your man
He partnered my only fans
And made me a couple bands
Stupid hoe
You calling me a hoe
You scream you drive the boat
Take dick all in your throat
Look how I ride on this boat
Write my name with every stroke
Heard you can't even deepthroat
Stupid hoe
"Yeah, she a liar
She ain't seen me at no movies
Hugged up with nobody
Yeah, yeah
Well, let me tell you what
You just tell the bitch whoever she is
When I catch her, I'ma beat her ass
That girl gone"