| Momma went and made a thug nigga, | |
| And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. | |
| My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, | |
| In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle. | |
| Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga, | |
| They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger. | |
| Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe niggas, | |
| So I ain't never ran with a hit from no nigga. | |
| My soliders 9 to 5 on the block to stay alive, | |
| They know they gotta ride, get that rock away or die. | |
| Ain't got no peace of mind, all they got is peace of mind | |
| With their pistol by their side, tryin to dodge a homicide. | |
| Cause even I ain't tryin to put those tears in mommas eyes, | |
| Gramma know I love her and my momma know I try, | |
| My grandaddy died 'fore I got to say goodbye, | |
| I knew him more than daddy, daddy I ain't gotta lie. | |
| My head up to the sky, when i pray at night I cry, | |
| And ask father why he even bothered with my life. | |
| Cause I ain't here for nothing but the cause of dealin trouble, | |
| If you feel me when you hear me then you know | |
| You feel the struggle when we struggle cause... | |
| Momma went and made a thug nigga, | |
| And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. | |
| My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, | |
| In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle. | |
| My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, | |
| A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle | |
| My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, | |
| In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle. | |
| Remember back, I was a snot nosed nigga. | |
| For snack, I put the water in my cheerios nigga. | |
| Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin. | |
| Showed a lotta niggas wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining. | |
| Them suckas up the hill tryed to ride around the block, | |
| Tryed to jump us, kept me quiet when we fired random shots. | |
| I knew alotta legends that retired on my block, | |
| Some niggas turned feds and put wires on my block. | |
| But still I'm gonna ride and teein until I die, | |
| I rep one-seven-four 'till the choir harmonize. | |
| Militia get this money, B-X where i reside. | |
| No matter where you bangin, keep your step in solid line. | |
| They want us on the corner, shot to death or on that line. | |
| You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who lyin, | |
| Thinkin you ain't here for nothin, but cause of dealin trouble, | |
| If you feel me when you hear me, | |
| Then you know you feel the struggle | |
| When we struggle cause.. | |
| Momma went and made a thug nigga, | |
| And by the grace of god you can die a drug dealer. | |
| My soldiers on the grind tryin to climb out the struggle, | |
| In time youll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle. | |
| My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, | |
| A nigga look you down, try to shine, show you muscle | |
| My soliders on the grind keep your mind on your hustle, | |
| In time you'll be fine, you gonna climb out the struggle. |
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