tired of struggling

im tired of struggling i gotta get this bread don't get caught up in these streets you can't out run bullets when niggas let it go and bust that led im tired of struggling i gotta get this bread don't get caught up in these streets you cant out run bullets when niggas let it go and bust that led i need that good smoke so i can paint my eyes red its seems like im living my life on the edge im always worried about something i cant win for loosing i call that a mind dread these streets is deadly ima cock the hammer back I'll leave one of these fuck niggas dead you never know what's somebody going threw and thinking and they head when i was living on the street a lot of tears got shed im trying to save some money and get a vehicle so i can ride my moma around in the city in the passenger sled it's a lot of blood on these streets a lot of niggas got bled ive been out here grinding so hard sometimes i just wanna lay in the bed im glad i dont have to look over my shoulder but i still gotta watch my back its to many demons out here they might try to attack im trying to get them commas get them paper stacks when you got a lot of money hoes wanna be on your nut sack i use to stay in the tray i lived in a shack i know it's gon be a good feeling when i get that first rack im glad im not in the dope game no more i could still be selling crack some niggas don't know how to control they liquor when they get full of that yack you gotta watch these fuck niggas they might try to jack ima let my nuts hang ima pull out the mack some people just stupid they don't know how to act im all about my money i need every dollar exact im not on that bullshit and that's a fact