Cory Gunz - Struggle lyrics

[Intro] Momma went and made a thug n***a 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 you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle [Verse 1] Remember back, I was a snot nosed n***a They told me I was small so I wore my clothes bigger Alotta homies dead cause they ran with hoe n***as So I ain't never ran with a hit from no n***a 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... [Chorus] Momma went and made a thug n***a 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 you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle A n***a 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 [Verse 2] Remember back, I was a snot nosed n***a For snack, I put the water in my cheerios n***a Sugar in my water and a sandwich I was eatin Showed a lotta n***as wasn't nothin sweet if I was feining Them s**as 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 n***as 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 d**h or on that line You feel me when you hear me, how we really know who liein 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... [Chorus] Momma went and made a thug n***a 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 you'll be fine, keep your mind on your hustle My soldiers on the grind keep your mind on your hustle A n***a 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