TRN JoNn, Eric Eugene Bush and Jonathan O Bush - Struggle (Acapella)

Shit, they talking down on me.
Dont you tell me to smile when you see that frown on me.
RIP my cousin son I know you down homie.
Swear for God we gone kick it when Im around homie.
Dont see my family like I should and I never did.
Bounce around from place to place the military kid.
cll the deployments got me living with my different cousins.
Twin bed three bodies me Chris and my brother.
Thirty five in TV box my fucking dresser.
Three pair of clothes for the year I aint the freshest.
Smallest out the bunch they think Im green grass.
Ten toes here I am cant let you beat my ass.
Willie from the wild hundreds yeah he out that rack.
Said I wanted to kill myself that nigga brought me back.
Told me I got kids they already on my back.
Everybody killing us but kill yourself none of that.
Thank God for that day, my nigga had my back.
Pissed off he was homeless I couldnt offer shack.
To this day no number I dont even know where he at.
I just pray an opp or cop aint stop and pop him in his back.
I was right in front that fire taking everything we had.
Look my boys in each their eyes told them I swear I get it back.
Wearing donated clothes got my first pair of Jordans.
Got me feeling like they shit they talking shit but I ignore them.
The road to success filled with sleet sludge storming.
I fell off the track came back got the title George Forman.
cint no time to wait in line Im playing a game of portal.
Make too much money for you to talk about like normal.
The pressure bust pipes but the pressure made my name.
Im flirting with the pressure playing a dangerous game.
That pressure make a diamond shine fresh up out that rain.
That pressure make the tired die fresh up out that pain.
You could never ever ever understand all the pain a nigga went through.
I had to put my pain in the booth, the shit I write, yeah you know its the truth.
Just get the cheese yeah you know what I do.
No enemies because they all through.
Get a pack and the shit brand new, got a sack finna run that bitch through.
cmen I say hey to my fam, some niggas talking I do not give a damn.
I had to get it do you know who I am, I pray to God I dont get in a jam.
I need to call my fam just because I can, and my daddy taught me how to be a man.
cll up in they chest, that be where I stand, niggas only like that on the gram.
Roddy Ricch Im going to ball every season, give a nigga something he can believe in.
Niggas mad I be like whats the reason, and I swear everybody is deceiving.
Gotta get it for the day or the evening, I can not let a little nigga beat me.
Never ever go and commit the treason, too much weed I be smoking the trees.
Spend a check Im going to get some VVs, spend a bag I dont need a receipt.
cll the cash nigga you can just keep, play with me and you gone get delete.
cll the ice Im going to just go and ski, all these niggas really want to be me.
So much money that you cant even see, might sting a nigga like Im a bee.
Might sting a nigga like Im a bee, niggas really really want to be me.
cll the ice and it look like VV's, Im just smoking all of these trees.
Niggas hating for no motherfucking reason, Im a ball out every season.
Niggas hating give them something to believe in, me and all my niggas like whats the reason.
I dont really even understand it, got a problem Im a take it for granted.
Coming through and we be fixing that static, niggas mad and they just finna panic.
Got to get it and I had to hand it, niggas mad Im like Billy and Mandy.
Talking shit weak just like Sandy, getting money like Orton Randy.

Written by:
Jonathan Bush, Eric Bush

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