Grand Baby - The Struggle (Visualizer)

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(Lyrics)

This that type shit to keep you going
Grand Baby
Wagwan

Ooh, the struggle is real
To make it nigga gotta hustle
Cus pockets so hollow
Ooh, the struggle is real
Sometimes I had to smuggle
Cus pockets' still hollow, pockets' still hollow

I'm still on zero, though I got a dream of being a hero
Anytime I hit the road, I picture myself at the back of a limo'
My dreams big, swear to God I can see racks in the middle
I'm still in pursuit, though it's hard to find, sum like a needle
The way my pockets hollow
Make me feel like I ain't got no tomorrow
But I really gotta make it, even if it means I gotta go borrow
Nothin' be working in my favor, why I keep facing the bottle
And bitches be pushing me round and round, Cus I be playing mugu yaro
I live my life, no three-square meal
Most of y'all don't know how that feel
Straight from the slums but keeping it real
Me and my bruddas, we live on a lil'
Headed up but we don't see no ladder
We spend every other day in the gutter
Jiggin' to stuck up somethin' in the plate
All these struggles and them niggas still hate, eh

Ooh, the struggle is real
To make it nigga gotta hustle
Cus pockets so hollow
Ooh, the struggle is real
Sometimes I had to smuggle
Cus pockets' still hollow, pockets' still hollow

Empty pockets, no money, I ain't see that comin'
Five years after High School, I still don't see no hunnids
Everyday hustle, hustle, hustle, Yet I'm still on God
I'm not alone though, got my bloody to on board
The pain is just too much for me to bear
Sometimes I think it's time for me to bail
Cus lately I feel like my life is a curse
Though I'm reminded this shit all a test
I've been through the bad, ready for the worse
Feel like taking a journey to the west
And I'm 'bout the cash, I'm chasing no hoes
Till I make heaven, I never gon' rest, for sure

Ooh, the struggle is real
To make it nigga gotta hustle
Cus pockets so hollow
Ooh, the struggle is real
Sometimes I had to smuggle
Cus pockets' still hollow, pockets' still hollow

This shit going on in the streets is somethin' else bro
You gotta work if you really wanna survive
Cus them daily breads alone ain't gon' suffice
You know that shit
Go get it, people