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My life been crazy,
you street nigga, you know how I feel
I made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter,
this a letter to my mama, to my mama
I never had a f*ckin father, no.
ainât no more going broke, ainât no more going broke
ainât no more going broke, ainât no more going broke
I made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter, yeah yeah.
Woke up broke, a thousand times
no days Iâll stay on the grind
you can feel it over fellin you can press with wine
had a thing like fifty sinking rich a die trying
for this black miggle, shit my life is on the line
we made it out the struggle through them hard times
sugar in that gutter gutter on the power line,
I do this shit for my little brothers like this kids mine,
got me stressed out âcause he f*ck the face and all that time,
isnât this crazy âcause this day Iâm in. to try,
and I got to myself, and I take car my niggas,
I take care my family, know the world understand
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Iâm making white hoodie, white shaze, white jaze on white snow
white Bugatti in a white Ferrari, with white diamonds on white gold,
white grill, white Benz, roll around with my white friends,
white fur in a right rims, you say my name and you right in
Iâm no fin to him, I got the.in,
you wanna handle him and who stand with him,
I got the lambo in Iâm in the manderin,
I got them ask on., shawty acting like a man again
I told the quip with the.
she says she gonna be my car, Iâm still never gonna be a man again
she a murder in the trap is a bubbie,
Young Scooter ainât Gucci, so many Maybach out front,
niggas think I roll em with Gucci,
I ainât taking no jewelry over you, gonna cock a nigga come shoot me,
I ainât ready for the old murderer, then what youâre gonna do with the new me.
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My daddy got a.instant want me shit to me,
six years old I ainât have shit to eat,
my stomach empty balled up I canât get no sleep,
canât wait to go to school, as my meal all weak
used to watch from the old lean, I got flow seats
I used to catch rise, now as far for six
Iâm free as fifty bands dancing for four week,
my mama called my phone talk to my daddy last week,
he heard I got a song on the street called Colombia,
my daddy smoke Colombia, so daddy I donât fuck with you
my mama raised a hustler, my mama was a hustler,
gotta think my mama had to move out the gutter.
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- Street Lottery