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lirik lagu lil skies - struggle

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[verse 1]
look, do you really wanna f~ck with a n~gga like me?
chain icey, no spikily
just might be the best mc comin’ out the cb
sip lean out my cup feelin’ sleepy
lil n~ggas tellin’ me they wanna be me
i’m 16 livin’ life like i’m 23 with the og’s in the cut sippin’ hennessey
and i’m just a lil n~gga with the old heads tryna make my bread thicker
started prayin’ even though i was a born sinner
workin’ hard everyday like i’m born to be a winner
i need time, writin’ lines for the fiends like i serve dimes
octomus in is prime, got the right drive
you want pennies? i’ma sn~tch fives, take yours then i take mines
swear i’m never in the right mindset, is it my time yet?
god takin’ too long, i ain’t shine bright yet
drop a bomb on the beat, no bomb threats
spent nights lookin’ back, i don’t have no regrets
i’m a young n~gga, earn my respect
when you see me better view me as a vet
free my n~ggas out the cell, we up next
rest in piece to gunna gunna, that’s my flesh, gang
chill with gorillas, but mob with them k!llers that sn~tchin’ yo chain
sh~t ain’t been the same since n~ggas got change now n~ggas just bang
my brothers, my brothers, no b~tch in between, i’ll die for my blood
i say “f~ck what i was” cause now i’m that n~gga who risin’ above
[chorus]
chambersburg pennsylvania, what i’m reppin’
that’s that 717, all my n~ggas we some legends, yeah
from the dirt and now we get it off the muscle
all my n~ggas gotta hustle just to make it out the struggle, yeah
chambersburg pennsylvania, what i’m reppin’
that’s that 717, all my n~ggas we some legends, yeah
from the dirt and now we get it off the muscle
all my n~ggas gotta hustle just to make it out the struggle, yeah

[verse 2]
say f~ck what i was, i’m stuck in my ways of bein’ a thug
n0body showed love, my n~ggas sold drugs
i knew all the plugs, their shooters wear gloves
i walk to the gate, hate on my face
life was a race and i’m down for the chase
still gettin’ faded and sn~tchin’ this cake
he passed away now i see rainy days
my uncle in jail, my soul full of anger
my circle stay small, i can’t f~ck with you strangers
always been ready providing them bangers
i left the old me hangin’ up on the hanger
this life is a b~tch, i’m f~ckin’ her good
i bought a new chain just to say that i could
smoked my first blunt in the back of the woods
pop open the hood then back to the hood, i’m
i’m the n~gga with the gold chain gettin’ brain from a bad b~tch, you believe that?
used to be a broke boy makin’ no noise now i’m walking in the store screaming “that i need that”
used to see all the n~ggas with the 45’s givin’ high fives to the n~ggas on the come up
n~ggas, got thrown in the dump truck
cops run up and they pullin’ out handcuffs
it’s just the life that we live
hol up, god can you forgive me, for the sh~t that i did?
i realized it was a trip
sh~t, but that’s just how it is, uh
when you tryna make it big, uh
and i never liked cops, nah
i just can’t f~ck with pigs


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