The Struggle Shoulda Never Came

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, the struggle shoulda never came
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah
The struggle shoulda never came
Oh (oh oh!, oh oh!)
The struggle shoulda never came
Never, shoulda never (came)
Nah shoulda never

[Verse 1]
Look, the struggle shoulda never came, who made a monster
Play me when I was tryna Playwright, now I'm on the roster
Stated some drama
Then I flipped it and made some tapes and some albums, then made it to Drama
Thank you Father, I ain't new you just never knew me, I stepped out the box
Demons hiding from me, got me like ready or not
I stay in the kitchen whippin', stepping in this restaurant
We might blow like the spaghetti is hot
Big up's the sky, but not for our only glory though
We bout to show who the Father is, like a baby momma in the Maury show
Cause we ain't never them, we shine
There is no I in the team, God put a Gemini in the team like a horoscope
I'm getting back to these bars like it's my third strike
Back to being driven by scriptures, I'm on the turn bike (skrrt!)
So many days I had to work nights cause I got tired of struggling
So I put the hustle in like I serve wife
Dripping what I sow, I got the needle and thread
They won't be sleeping on you when you barely sleep in your bed
Homie I'm dreaming on to make up for the dreams of the dead
It's all the people God's gonna do the things that He said
Talkin' guns when I say He put that piece to my head
Give me strength like I'm taking protein in the gym
Speak of the gym, God knows how to work it out
I know one thing is for certain now
The struggle shoulda never

[Chorus]
Shoulda never
I know you shoulda never
Shoulda never came
I know you shoulda never came
Struggle shoulda never
The struggle shoulda never
The struggle shoulda never came
Oh (oh oh!, oh oh!)
Preach, the struggle shoulda never came

[Verse 2]
My son's getting older, he needs someone to look up to
I can't do the same things that I did when he was 2
I ain't into prosperity preaching, nor do I want to
All I'm saying is if God gave me it, shoot I'm born to hustle
Nothing just falls me to laugh, so I go on my laptop
Tryna follow way to the Red Carpet of backdrops
Fly the Hancock and I ain't talking bout my style, I'm talking miles per hour
My drive is bound to keep the track tire
Slap boxing my demons, the leader can't see these hands
Step aside to ring the Father, we are like an
The economy surrounding me, gave me my free of mind

[Outro]
I know you shoulda never came, Rell