King Crook - Struggles

I remember taking naps and having cigarettes for snacks
Begging mom for money just to go out back to fucking back
Eighty dollars for two nights with no plan to pay her back
Every week without a job I was living like my dad
I made it out no trenches I made out of the struggle tho
A win or die mentality and I ain't fucking budging hoe
Balling a budget? (No) grinding like a slut (Woah)
Guess I just love to waste a thousand dollars on a fucking hoe
Take a look inside my mind you would want to commit suicide
Every time I spat and wrote a rhyme and I got some cheese I bought some time
But it don't buy happiness tonight Ima rhyme like I'm about to die
Gotta get these lines up off my chest my shits more dire than your lies
I hear the bullshit but I don't pay it any mind
Got some screenshots disproving allegations tell me why
Am I the center of attention I'd like to think I'm just the side
Character of a minor one please get off my dick oh my
I can't catch break they penetrate my reputation tear it up and let it spray
Like bullets from an AK
They really love to see you lose more than they wanna see you win
And I keep trying to move forward and let them haters just hate
But their respect is my diploma that shit don't exist
I'm tryna be diplomatic but it's like they want me to be pissed
And fucking snap just to have me be the bad guy again
You run from shots in this sport but don't run the track don't pretend
I'm not going the hardest I've always done nothing less
So regardless I'm just like bones so even if I'm under stress
I'm working harder and practicing everyday on the craft
Go for broke like I'm dissing some fucking bums on the tracks
But you pussies ain't hot like the bitch with drakes condom tryna trap him on the spot
I be rapping like I got a fucking 20 inch cock
Call me zilla I'm godly I'm fire breathing ah
Burning through this paper yeah I'm blazing I'm too dope
And so potent that you'll choke if you ever get the smoke
And it's free like ya hoe. Little bro
Your dream that won't come true are like these bitches yeah
Pussy getting throne/thrown
Soon as I get in my zone never let a single struggle slow me down
My flows so versatile like fighting the bathroom floor never simmer down
Optimistic clown gotta get it now bitch I won't sit down but I'll throw shit down
You don't know shit bout self conscious doubt that'll make you think some way somehow
You might not see tomorrow and then some day you make it out
I ain't bout to listen to you clowns
Cuz I gotta fucking make it now
Bitch I gotta fucking make it now

Written by:
Nick Barberio

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find