Struggle, struggle lyrics

[Chorus:]
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter
This a letter to my mama
I never had a f*cking father
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter

[Verse 1:]
Woke up broke, a thousand times
No days off, I stayed on the grind
You convicted of a felon, you can't press rewind
Had to think like 50 Cent rich or die trying
For this black migo sh*t, my life is on the line
We made it out the struggle through them hard times
Jugging in that gutta, gutta, under them power lines
I do this sh*t for my lil brother, like his kid is mine
Got me stressed out, cause he f*cked up facing all that time
And it’s crazy, cause he just had him another child
And I got two myself, and I take care of my n*ggas
I take care of my family, know the world don’t understand me
[Chorus:]
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter
This a letter to my mama
I never had a f*cking father
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter

[Verse 2:]
I’m thinking white hoodie, white shades
White Js on white snow
White Bugatti and a white Ferrari
With white diamonds on white gold
White grill, white Benz, rolling around with my white friends
White furr, and the right rims
You say my name and you’re right in
I’m no fan of him, I got the ammo in
You wanna handle him, and who stand with him
I got the lambo in, I’m in the mandarin
I got the mask on I'm Rip Hamilton
Shawty acting like a mannequin
I told her quit with the shenanigans
She said she's gonna key my car
I'm still never gonna be your man again
See murder in the trap it's a booby
Young Scooter and Gucci
So many Maybachs out front
n*ggas think I’m rolling with Pucci
I ain’t taking no jewelery off
You gonna c*ck a n*gga come shoot me
I ain't ready for the old murder
Then what you gonna do with the new me?
[Chorus:]
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter
This a letter to my mama
I never had a f*cking father
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter

[Verse 3:]
My man don’t have a dad and still want do sh*t to me
Six years old, I ain’t had sh*t to eat
My stomach getting biled up, I can’t get no sleep
Can’t wait to get to school, that’s my million dollar week
You still watch from the old bling and I got flow six
I used to catch rise, now it’s falling o six
A free fifty bands, that’s a full for a week
My mama come upfront, talk to my daddy last week
He heard I got a song on the street called Columbia
My daddy smoked Columbia, so daddy, I don’t f*ck with you
My mama raised a hustler, mama was a hustler
Gotta thank my mama, had to move her out of gudda
[Chorus:]
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter
This a letter to my mama
I never had a f*cking father
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
Ain’t no more going broke
I made it through that struggle
I grinded out that gutter