No Struggle No Progress

{tec-9}

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid

No time for slippin' no time to get laid

Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9

Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up

Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma

Want to take on another job, but I won't let her

Raised up without my daddy cuz he left me in eighty four

I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i

Slung all night, and slept all day

Can't figure out, how I turned out that way

Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave

What will it take for a nigga to get paid

Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth

Without a doubt I'm strugglin'

Fuck doin' bad, I'm drug smugglin'

But never the less, I got to get my momma out of there

I got a job, just to show her that I care

The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good

These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good

Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me

Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think that I'm broke

But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty

I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie

Slangin' that shit like it was hot when will it stop

My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that

The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my

Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my momma

She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama

I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin'

No struggle no progress I'm only about ballin'

{yella boy}

No struggle no progress when I struggle I can't progress

To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the fuckin' best

But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know bout my blue

Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see

It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e

But some serious business shit known as the nine five

Patrol on the scene it's it's the I can't let 'em slide

Save up on some cash incas I got to make bail

Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail

Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck up or i'ma have to shot

See I'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward boo

Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above it

Cuz if it's a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress

{lil' ya}

Comin' up you know a nigga struggle hard

Slangin' rock's everyday in the third ward

The game faded, but it didn't fade my way

Cuz I was to small, I had heart down from the start since

The age of five, I was an artist, never took the easy way

Always took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost

On my feet, can't get no job, I got six gold teeth

What the fuck i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two

Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a sign with the u

Want some talent show's then we made a single

Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle

All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's

Never was around when I didn't have no dividends

Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayin'

No struggle no progress