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letra de struggle - trapaa

intro
“wooh”it’s renegade muzik
hook
“see we always wanted that good life
i had to struggle it was hard i had to make a decision
i wasn’t working no jobs i use to sit on that corner
won’t go in the house into the pack is all gone “aye”
i keep a glizzy on me cause these n-ggas envy
i know they want me gone. what don’t break me
won’t make it’s gone only make me strong mama
left me along time ago i feel the pain that she
gone i use to pray to the man upstairs loading
my glizzy hoping i come home “aye”
free all of my n-ggas they lock with a sentence
knowning they never coming home “aye”
verse
use to sit on the bench waiting for the money
watching the ball game rocking out my tounge out
im jordan i want the leather it’s spalden i had to
make a decision get a job or go trap out the kitchen
im throwning hooks in the sea like i’m fishing my hand
in the sink like i’m cleaning dishes , so much snakes
in the gr-ss they be hissing i’m loading my glizzy
cause these n-ggas envy i hoping i make it home
i know that my team strong and we been thru so many
i been thru the struggle i remain humble taking these perky
it got me hung loose i was stuck we was left in the jungle
running to them nd these n-ggas gon fumble
n-ggas talk tuff and these n-ggas gon crumble
i f-ck her off a x and a punch juice i’m tryna see what this
punch do , shawty she looking like a lunchable
when i’m in the olace you uncomfortable took you out
the game subst-tute snakes in gr-ss ion f-ck with you man streets ain’t got no love for you , strippers , -ss , pole ,l-st i’m tryna see what the view like seems like everything i do is wrong i never do right rocking leather balmain i’m mike jack into deep i could
never come back jump off the porch and i took me a pack
stuck to the trap nd i ran me a sack
“renegade x2”
hook
see we always wanted that good life
i had to struggle it was hard i had to make a decision
i wasn’t working no jobs i use to sit on that corner
won’t go in the house into the pack is all gone “aye”
i keep a glizzy on me cause these n-ggas envy
i know they want me gone. what don’t break me
won’t make it’s gone only make me strong mama
left me along time ago i feel the pain that she
gone i use to pray to the man upstairs loading
my glizzy hoping i come home “aye”
free all of my n-ggas they lock with a sentence
knowning they never coming home “aye”

- trapaa

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