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letra de livin' in the struggle - the globetroddas

[intro: derrick buck]
uh
globe and star entertainment
yeah
funk that production
yeah
big drak
dope!

[verse 1: derrick buck]
yo
i watched my family drop to pimps
blind vinyls
car jackers and gangsters, base addicts, and rhinos
kid’s physically gifted but can’t count and spell
they holding guns
high schools parallel to jails
in a twist, brothas feared by all the others
causing our early graves, trippin over colors
and gucci and tight cars, jack this n-gga f-ck it
we holdin’ the mentality of crabs in a bucket
when my big momma died, god bless
i really cry cuz to
preserve the love of our people she really tried
it seems her peace was denied in the little time
portraying blood for some m-ss paper and some shine
it disgusts me, i ain’t trustin that n-gga if he don’t trust me
greatest work of the devil, i’m soft dog, it must be
and kids ain’t tryna hear, go to school get your dope straight
they rather push crack, prison till the folks straight
and roll a 500, stay looking clean and blunted
until they catch him slippin, and he don’t wanna run it
too hard to give that sh-t up, and homie dumped his clip
so lost over bullsh-t
we livin’ in the struggle

[hook: derrick buck]
so keep grindin’, stay movin’, keep buildin’
keep your paper up, stay prayin
get your hustle on, stay kickin it on
we in the struggle
so keep grindin’, stay movin’, keep buildin’
keep your paper up, stay prayin
get your hustle on, stay kickin it on

[verse 2: derrick buck]
man, i watched my block drop to the dogs, dead gr-ss
p-ssy alleys, walls full of graffiti and broken gl-ss
remember when we always united and had cl-ss
then more than half strung out and low cash
doing bad, staring at each other looking mad
playin’ bad, holdin’ straps, cuz they runnin’ and p-ss
no peace, a brother guaranteed deceased
if they caught holdin’ conversation with the police
stray bullets hittin’ the children in the crowd
at night, the helicopter propellers be sounding loud
what to do?
my sister got pregnant when she discovered how to screw
my cousin hit the pen for life at twenty-two
different n-ggas, same story every day
and really it’s a shame, cuz they don’t see it any other way
that’s why, i’m in the cut, l!ck it up, here with chuck
ride or die style, i don’t give a f-ck
neck’s deep in the struggle

[hook]
so keep grindin, stay movin’, keep buildin’
keep your paper up, stay prayin
get your hustle on, stay kickin it on
we livin’ in the struggle
so keep grindin, stay movin’, keep buildin’
keep your paper up, stay prayin
get your hustle on, stay kickin it on

[verse 3]
i’m watchin’ hip hop grow whack
studio thugs and drugs, where the innovative mcs at
where them cats that drop verses for the proud of the black
to the curb, for the ice, and escalade cadillacs
groupies on weed sacks, f-ck is up with that
you suckas settin’ us a couple decades back
shame on a disc jockey pumpin tracks to the streets
mind of the youth corrupted over lame -ss beats
reminiscing when the sound of music first got down
every artist had his own image and his own sound
and everybody came to see him when they game around
robocoping pop, pac and big and bring peace to the towns
now he sounding like him, this group is tryna be them
and ain’t none of them hit me like rakim did
the microphone fiend, or what too $hort did
but i ain’t trippin, or kane without no half seven
my man krs, chuck d, and flavor flav
forgot about the blood, sweat, and tears they gave
to break the chain of the slaves
now we back to how a savage behaves
n-gga why is pac and biggie in graves
we in the struggle

[hook x3]
so keep grindin’, stay movin’, keep buildin’
keep your paper up, stay prayin’
get your hustle on, stay kickin it on
get your paper up
so keep grindin’, stay movin’, keep buildin’
keep your paper up, stay prayin’
get your hustle on, stay kickin it on

[fade out on the third hook]

- the globetroddas

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