TyC - 9.Strugglin lyrics

[Verse: Big O] Gimme yours, uh uh, gimme yours right now for the L-Boogie Gimme your right now, just, just gimme for the L-Town like, like Too many carry techs tryna be immortal, the martyrs that left school but not because they chose The streets gave em a call move that you're bound to ball in a pitch where the ref be judging the colour I swear though this type of sh** makes me wanna murder but it's one love even if your friend's really foes Constantly we gettin high living broke just arose from the concrete you can see the way this rose grew Mama told me be somethin don't be hanging with them fools them body construction workers cause they always carry tools Strip you naked and they'll even take your shoes us ghetto boys with scarred faces this is just some real n***a blues Cause being rich our ancestors lacked attendance. couple decades later we got nothing in the present Watched the other kids get goods and get J's it's a hard knock like for us [Hook: Big O] Just Gimme, Just Gimme, Just, Just, Just Gimme Just gimme, cause we' strugglin hard uh Just gimme Just gimme [Verse 2: TYC] I'm coming through shooting not at hoop, I'm aimin at your youth and if you ball I'm burst the tech put you in a hurse make your body don't bounce, just bounce to the flows I kick You'll get lit like a candle, wax MC's behead em put em in my mantle pieces of the past I keep Remember when there wasn't food to eat had a cook up a beat, slanging lyrics to fiends on the streets Same sneaks for 2 years, my peers in the latest gear, its not fear the struggle got me losing hairs Round here it's grey, knives in your face, give me the money uh give me the money for the queens head The tec will blow I'm comin I'm tryna do shows so I can show the crowd I'm different never had much made do with whats given This for the ghetto boyz Them brothers bringin'noise one love