{tec-9}
I donÂ’t like to dream about gettinÂ’ paid
No time for slippinÂ’ no time to get laid
Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9
NiggaÂ’s on the come up, come up, come up
Ya see, timeÂ’s ainÂ’t gettinÂ’ no better my momma
Want to take on another job, but I wonÂ’t let her
Raised up without my daddy cuz he left me in eighty four
I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i
Slung all night, and slept all day
CanÂ’t figure out, how I turned out that way
Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave
What will it take for a nigga to get paid
WasnÂ’t born with no silver spoon in my mouth
Without a doubt IÂ’m strugglinÂ’
Fuck doinÂ’ bad, IÂ’m drug smugglinÂ’
But never the less, I got to get my momma out of there
I got a job, just to show her that I care
The player hateÂ’n gettinÂ’ bad but itÂ’s good
These hoes is scheminÂ’ on me they up to no good
ThrowinÂ’ babies on me, reppinÂ’ on me
TalkinÂ’ shit to they friendÂ’s, bitches think that IÂ’m broke
But I stack my endÂ’s, the money came quick, though it was a lilÂ’ dirty
I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie
SlanginÂ’ that shit like it was hot when will it stop
My pockets is gettinÂ’ fat, IÂ’m obligated to live like that
The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my
Momma and my lady, why is timeÂ’s so hard, I always ask my momma
She told me, part of cominÂ’ up is to survive the drama
I feel I was put o the test, I ainÂ’t about fallinÂ’
No struggle no progress IÂ’m only about ballinÂ’

{yella boy}
No struggle no progress when I struggle I canÂ’t progress
To kickinÂ’ it, pushinÂ’ it and fightinÂ’ tryÂ’na come the fuckinÂ’ best
But you donÂ’t hear me though, so IÂ’m a let you know bout my blue
Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see
ItÂ’s the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e
But some serious business shit known as the nine five
Patrol on the scene itÂ’s itÂ’s the I canÂ’t let Â’em slide
Save up on some cash incas I got to make bail
Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail
Nigga ainÂ’t about the k shut the fuck up or iÂ’ma have to shot
See IÂ’m on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward boo
Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit iÂ’ma above it
Cuz if itÂ’s a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress

{lilÂ’ ya}
CominÂ’ up you know a nigga struggle hard
SlanginÂ’ rockÂ’s everyday in the third ward
The game faded, but it didnÂ’t fade my way
Cuz I was to small, I had heart down from the start since
The age of five, I was an artist, never took the easy way
Always took the hardest, now IÂ’m twenty one and IÂ’m almost
On my feet, canÂ’t get no job, I got six gold teeth
What the fuck iÂ’ma do, IÂ’m almost twenty two
Motherfuck them white folkÂ’s IÂ’m a sign with the u
Want some talent showÂ’s then we made a single
Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle
All on a nigga dick, tryÂ’na get a nigga endÂ’s
Never was around when I didnÂ’t have no dividends
Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayinÂ’
No struggle no progress