Struggle

I'm so tired of dealing with the bullshit
I'm just tryna change my situation (Yeah)
Putting all my pain into the studio
Only time I ever get to vent. Yeah, yeah

I done made a bunch of sacrifices
Plenty sleepless nights spent alone
I put everybody on my back, yeah yeah
But still I had to get it on my own

Tired of paying bills that I can't afford
If it ain't gon get me paid, I don't need it
I don't fuck with it, I'm fed up with it, all these rich niggas probably don't deserve what they given

These days everyone a rapper, everyone a star
Labels giving deals out for charity, it isn't hard
Do not lie to me, tell me " it's about the numbers" when you signing nobodies with no singles on the charts, oh...

Yeah I see the game, see the politics
But I'm independent, I don't lobby for your party, kid
I don't fuck around with the blah-blah, I'm on my job, job...might just blow some la-la, to get my mind off, yeah

All these meetings Nothing but a waste of time yeah
How you see the future sitting right across you
Triple, quadruple, quin-threat. Fly as a Quinjet
It's a Marvel how you agents tryna move

How you let a top-notch talent sit with you 40 minutes, say he nice but you not gonna move on him? How you keep your job, riding on the one nigga making hits, but all the others you "discover" ain't doing shit?

How you say it's all about the numbers but you signing nobodies, paying rent in mid-city, in a duplex? No catalog, maybe got about 5 full songs, but you let the goat walk out the building?

Hook

I'm just tired of the struggle nigga...

Ain't no one gon put me on...

No, no...gotta play the game with no cheat codes, and do it solo, so when I'm winning ain't got time to hear you whine, you a major waste of time...

Gon and let em put you on...

Lord please just gimme glow up, I need more bucks, I want more life with your help or it's no help, NIGGA!!!

Verse 2
Yeah, everybody gotta move to LA
I'm just tryna dodge going there broke
I don't feel like couch surfing, make a nigga nervous, I don't trust niggas, keep em arm's length at the most

You gon have a lot of shit to prove with me, I refuse to let my situation turn me to a little hoe
Walking round palms up, mouth open wide on my knees tryna swallow shit I really can't stomach

(Sheesh)

What the fuck is going on these days? I can't believe niggas really gotta do the shit they been doing
I ain't hip to it, I'm a young nigga with a old soul, chipped shoulders and a front middle tooth

Add the nails to it, I'm gonna fight for it, go and try to stop me, at this point, I ain't got none to lose
Somehow I got it all to give though, everybody take from me, get they wave from me, shit, but it's cool

As a cucumber, as an ice lodge, a fucking igloo. On my Eskimo shit, like fuck the whole world too. Fuck fake friends, temporary situationships with no energy, you all dead to me

Please no one read a eulogy or sing a few songs, shed tears, no proper burial, just drop the body right here. Leave it for the birds like the bullshit I'm tryna kill, if you not gon' help me let me take the wheel

©PRKR/Best Kept Recordings 2018