Struggle No More

Ima big stunna they call me Yung Xay
Ima cash cow stay in the green eating hay
If it’s money or my baby I don’t ever play
Look I ain’t with the drama but I’ll blow like osama
Comma after comma you don’t want the drama lama
Look I’m sorry little mama
But address me proper
Bro you so sorry man I swear that you somber
Came a long way from wearing beat up converse
Money my house and my dreams I wanna conqure
Only 5 ft 3 but these Timbs make me taller
Ima baller with a ball out status
Counting money need myself an apparatus
If u want a bad tv I can give u static
I done been through shit thats been real traumatic
All that fake flexing man you need to cap it bought a gun but ain’t even clap it
Bitch I been hot like somе lit matches
I’m the cure for you nicotinе patches
Member sleeping on a dirty mattress
Dealing with these dirty leaching maggots
That ain’t got no talent
I got ying yang in my balance
So I stay shining like headlight ballas
Sticking with the green like spikes in a cactus
When I die they’ll put my face on a canvas
All this attention I can’t understand this
I don’t know I can’t apprehend it
Sorry my bad I don’t seem to get it
I’m flexing on them Man I got em livid
You feeling froggy think I heard a ribbit
When I hop on the mic I feel so wicked
Rapping so fast i need a fucking ticket
Roll up a blunt on front of you and hit it
Shit I gave her wood like my dicks a picket
Back in 2014 they didn’t wanna listen
No one was my friend they kept me out their mentions
Now they try to hit me up but I leave they ass pending
Back to the grind where my ass is heading
I been at this rap shit since I was eleven
Ma use to stay up those bills had her stressing

We ain’t gonna struggle no more