Producer Tee - Tribulations lyrics

Wakin up to another day I thank god cause plenty n***as is gettin slayed We livin in a world, where many are mental slaves Get a couple dollars and we waste em on a pair of js I seen my mother struggle for a couple years Heard my father is still alive and drinking beers Now I'm 21, working hard as my mother But I still make time to drink like that motherf**er Failed out of college... Not even trippin that I was paying for some knowledge Different hoes coming to my room adding mileage To a body that been all around the world before I got it I ain't never slippin with them pigeons Coming from a place where the birds always block a n***a vision Seen a couple make it out the hood to drive in benzes And did it on they own, so they don't know what a friend is Keep a small circle till I'm obselete The hottest spitter from new york and I'm in the streets But I ain't touching, no d**, just a pen I be writing with a grin, got my n***as on my back And we all tryna win Word to Khaled, my lyrics is valid, I'm for the salad For green or fettuchini, I hustle Word to Tracey Morgan and the 30 rock My name is known on 30 blocks I'm steady working n***a cause the grind never stops My city never sleep, that money what we bout Even through the recession, we never seen a drought And where I'm from we make foreign n***as walk it out n***as try to stay, then them locals gon' chalk em out Young Christopher Wallace, my flow been polished Ready to die, happy just to say I been to college Working on a scheme, just to make it to my dreams Tired of seeing em, I'm ready to achieve Martin Luther king for the young n***as It ain't a pun n***a Leader of my generation, revolutions come n***a I tend to use a word that means to oppress I'm just a n***a out the womb and I'll be one to d**h Kim told me put my lighter up, that should inspire us But it's too many talking down out of spite of us I'm steady laughing at the clowns who be bitin us We steady eating, while they nibble on the hype of us I used to want a friend, you know they come and go I had to learn the same thing when it come to hoes My only goal is for people to know me when I go So if I die in my sleep, just know I put my soul Mind, body and spirit all in my lyrics Im speaking for Brooklyn Hear the flow, n***as tend to fear it I'm sittin on all these verses I used to write em in cursive Now I put em in my phone Till I store em in my dome On these tracks I be blackin Some may say I'm spazzin Spittin verbal crack... Every song, drug trafficking Praying that I make it The game is for the taking So im working off my a**, while these other n***as waiting For a deal, that'll never come Hoping that the cheddar come Hungry, so I'm eating in this game, I ain't sharing crumbs Spitting, you would think a n***a tryna rap a song in tongues n***as out here b**hing im like Marvin, man what's going on b**hes call me Tre n***as know my songs I'm tryna make the world a place where we get along So many thank me when I tweet the links to my songs Was giving up on this music until I came along