Young Scooter Ft. Mase & Verse Simmonds – Made It Through The Struggle

Letra de Made It Through The Struggle de Young Scooter Ft. Mase & Verse Simmonds

My life been crazy
You street nig*a, you know how I feel

I made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter
This a letter to my mama, to my mama
I never had a f*ckin father, no
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 the struggle-struggle, struggle struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter, yeah yeah

Woke up broke, a thousand times
No days I’ll stay on the grind
You can feel it over felling you can press with wine
Had a thing like fifty sinking rich a die trying
For this black miggle, sh*t my life is on the line
We made it out the struggle through them hard times
Sugar in that gutter gutter on the power line
I do this sh*t for my little brothers like this kids mine
Got me stressed out ’cause he f*ck the face and all that time
Isn’t this crazy ’cause this day I’m in to try
And I got to myself, and I take car my nig*as
I take care my family, know the world understand

I made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter
This a letter to my mama, to my mama
I never had a f*ckin father, no
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 the struggle-struggle, struggle struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter, yeah yeah

I’m making white hoodie, white shaze, white jaze on white snow
White bugatti in a white Ferrari, with white diamonds on white gold
White grill, white benz, roll around with my white friends,
White fur in a right rims, you say my name and you right in
I’m no fin to him, I got the in
You wanna handle him and who stand with him,
I got the lambo in I’m in the manderin
I got them ask on shawty acting like a man again
I told the quip with the
She says she gonna be my car, I’m still never gonna be a man again
She a murder in the trap is a bubbie
Young scooter ain’t gucci, so many maybach out front
Nig*as think I roll em with Gucci
I ain’t taking no jewelry over you, gonna cock a nig*a come shoot me
I ain’t ready for the old murderer, then what you’re gonna do with the new me

I made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter
This a letter to my mama, to my mama
I never had a f*ckin father, no
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 the struggle-struggle, struggle struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter, yeah yeah

My daddy got a instant want me sh*t to me
Six years old I ain’t have sh*t to eat
My stomach empty balled up I can’t get no sleep
Can’t wait to go to school, as my meal all weak
Used to watch from the old lean, I got flow seats
I used to catch rise, now as far for six
I’m free as fifty bands dancing for four week
My mama called my phone talk to my daddy last week
He heard I got a song on the street called Colombia
My daddy smoke Colombia, so daddy I don’t fu*k with you
My mama raised a hustler, my mama was a hustler
Gotta think my mama had to move out the gutter

I made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter
This a letter to my mama, to my mama
I never had a f*ckin father, no
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 the struggle-struggle, struggle struggle
I grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter, yeah yeah.

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