Tell me what you know bout the struggle long nights and you makin it double
Cold nights heatin up with a oven
Know you gotta make it ain't up for discussion
I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin' shit twisted, like hold the f*ck on
I ain't doin' no Post, I ain't shit like Malone
Tryna go up put that shit and they face Step on they necks soon as I approach
Keep goin' hard, be one of the greats Come from not a lot, but I'm havin' some hope
Oh yeah, they hatin', I'm havin' my way But we do a lot of shit not to be broke
Get off your ass, go run up a bag The hatin' and shit be the reason I tote
The hatin' and shit make me wanna go ride Aint helpin' me bake it you can't get a piece of the pie
Tellin' me shit, but Im knowin you lyin' Lemon squeeze, let it drip like a lime
Takin' the clock, it's my time They don't want me to win, I'm seein' the signs
I'm takin' the clock, it's my time They don't want me to win, back then I was blind
Been baggin' shit up at the spot Keep doin' this shit until I'm on a yacht
Turkey bag, tyin' it up in a knot You talkin' that shit and you thought I forgot
Stir up a plot, let it cook in a pot Heavy artillery, feel like the SWAT
35 in a nine, six 0 in a chop Start bumpin' that bitch and his heart gone stop
Runnin shit up and I'm watchin' them trot You ain't tryna get it, you won't even feel it
Walk in my shoe, but you won't even fit it I know you ain't bout it, ain't gotta admit it
I'm finna be goin' up high No, I ain't lettin' nothin' slide
Let nothin' slide, let what slide
Tell me what you know about the struggle
Long nights, and you makin' it double
Cold nights, heatin' up with a oven
Know you gotta make it, ain't up for discussion I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin' shit twisted, like hold the f*ck on I ain't doin' no Post, I ain't shit like Malone
Tryna go up put that shit and they face
Step on they neck soon as I approach
Keep goin' hard, be one of the greats
Come from not a lot, but I'm havin' some hope
Oh yeah, they hatin', I'm havin' my way But we do a lot of shit not to be broke
Get off your ass, go run up a bag The hatin' and shit be the reason I tote
Big blunt, full of fruity potent Now I'm havin' motion, yeah, I'm turnt up for real
You ever been down bad? Talkin' bout so broke You had a piece out a pill
What you mean you had a piece out a pill?
Opana Moon chop that bitch into fours
In case you ain't know, down south dog Food worth more than some gold
I know how to get this shit gone What you need, Bo or the O
I gotta keep me the chrome Cause I know that hate on the low
Laws at the spot, you ever went to flush the pack and the water had stopped
Laws at the spot, you ever went to flush the pack and the water and stopped
Tell me what you know bout a struggle Long nights, and you makin' it double
Return from the bottom, I rose out the rubble Bitch, I been drippin', don't slip on this puddle
When I was broke, member, they had said, f*ck me Now I'm up, it's all buddy, buddy
Don't hit my line if it ain't money, money Cash in the bag, blue hunnids on me
Tell me what you know bout a struggle
Long nights, and you makin' it double
Cold nights heatin up with a oven
Know you gotta make it, ain't up for discussion
I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin shit twisted like hold the f*ck on
I ain't doin' no Post I ain't shit like Malone
RubberBandz - The Struggle (feat. 5x Hizzy) Lyrics
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Tell me what you know bout the struggle long nights and you makin it double
Cold nights heatin up with a oven
Know you gotta make it ain't up for discussion
I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin' shit twisted, like hold the f*ck on
I ain't doin' no Post, I ain't shit like Malone
Tryna go up put that shit and they face Step on they necks soon as I approach
Keep goin' hard, be one of the greats Come from not a lot, but I'm havin' some hope
Oh yeah, they hatin', I'm havin' my way But we do a lot of shit not to be broke
Get off your ass, go run up a bag The hatin' and shit be the reason I tote
The hatin' and shit make me wanna go ride Aint helpin' me bake it you can't get a piece of the pie
Tellin' me shit, but Im knowin you lyin' Lemon squeeze, let it drip like a lime
Takin' the clock, it's my time They don't want me to win, I'm seein' the signs
I'm takin' the clock, it's my time They don't want me to win, back then I was blind
Been baggin' shit up at the spot Keep doin' this shit until I'm on a yacht
Turkey bag, tyin' it up in a knot You talkin' that shit and you thought I forgot
Stir up a plot, let it cook in a pot Heavy artillery, feel like the SWAT
35 in a nine, six 0 in a chop Start bumpin' that bitch and his heart gone stop
Runnin shit up and I'm watchin' them trot You ain't tryna get it, you won't even feel it
Walk in my shoe, but you won't even fit it I know you ain't bout it, ain't gotta admit it
I'm finna be goin' up high No, I ain't lettin' nothin' slide
Let nothin' slide, let what slide
Tell me what you know about the struggle
Long nights, and you makin' it double
Cold nights, heatin' up with a oven
Know you gotta make it, ain't up for discussion I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin' shit twisted, like hold the f*ck on I ain't doin' no Post, I ain't shit like Malone
Tryna go up put that shit and they face
Step on they neck soon as I approach
Keep goin' hard, be one of the greats
Come from not a lot, but I'm havin' some hope
Oh yeah, they hatin', I'm havin' my way But we do a lot of shit not to be broke
Get off your ass, go run up a bag The hatin' and shit be the reason I tote
Big blunt, full of fruity potent Now I'm havin' motion, yeah, I'm turnt up for real
You ever been down bad? Talkin' bout so broke You had a piece out a pill
What you mean you had a piece out a pill?
Opana Moon chop that bitch into fours
In case you ain't know, down south dog Food worth more than some gold
I know how to get this shit gone What you need, Bo or the O
I gotta keep me the chrome Cause I know that hate on the low
Laws at the spot, you ever went to flush the pack and the water had stopped
Laws at the spot, you ever went to flush the pack and the water and stopped
Tell me what you know bout a struggle Long nights, and you makin' it double
Return from the bottom, I rose out the rubble Bitch, I been drippin', don't slip on this puddle
When I was broke, member, they had said, f*ck me Now I'm up, it's all buddy, buddy
Don't hit my line if it ain't money, money Cash in the bag, blue hunnids on me
Tell me what you know bout a struggle
Long nights, and you makin' it double
Cold nights heatin up with a oven
Know you gotta make it, ain't up for discussion
I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin shit twisted like hold the f*ck on
I ain't doin' no Post I ain't shit like Malone
Cold nights heatin up with a oven
Know you gotta make it ain't up for discussion
I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin' shit twisted, like hold the f*ck on
I ain't doin' no Post, I ain't shit like Malone
Tryna go up put that shit and they face Step on they necks soon as I approach
Keep goin' hard, be one of the greats Come from not a lot, but I'm havin' some hope
Oh yeah, they hatin', I'm havin' my way But we do a lot of shit not to be broke
Get off your ass, go run up a bag The hatin' and shit be the reason I tote
The hatin' and shit make me wanna go ride Aint helpin' me bake it you can't get a piece of the pie
Tellin' me shit, but Im knowin you lyin' Lemon squeeze, let it drip like a lime
Takin' the clock, it's my time They don't want me to win, I'm seein' the signs
I'm takin' the clock, it's my time They don't want me to win, back then I was blind
Been baggin' shit up at the spot Keep doin' this shit until I'm on a yacht
Turkey bag, tyin' it up in a knot You talkin' that shit and you thought I forgot
Stir up a plot, let it cook in a pot Heavy artillery, feel like the SWAT
35 in a nine, six 0 in a chop Start bumpin' that bitch and his heart gone stop
Runnin shit up and I'm watchin' them trot You ain't tryna get it, you won't even feel it
Walk in my shoe, but you won't even fit it I know you ain't bout it, ain't gotta admit it
I'm finna be goin' up high No, I ain't lettin' nothin' slide
Let nothin' slide, let what slide
Tell me what you know about the struggle
Long nights, and you makin' it double
Cold nights, heatin' up with a oven
Know you gotta make it, ain't up for discussion I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin' shit twisted, like hold the f*ck on I ain't doin' no Post, I ain't shit like Malone
Tryna go up put that shit and they face
Step on they neck soon as I approach
Keep goin' hard, be one of the greats
Come from not a lot, but I'm havin' some hope
Oh yeah, they hatin', I'm havin' my way But we do a lot of shit not to be broke
Get off your ass, go run up a bag The hatin' and shit be the reason I tote
Big blunt, full of fruity potent Now I'm havin' motion, yeah, I'm turnt up for real
You ever been down bad? Talkin' bout so broke You had a piece out a pill
What you mean you had a piece out a pill?
Opana Moon chop that bitch into fours
In case you ain't know, down south dog Food worth more than some gold
I know how to get this shit gone What you need, Bo or the O
I gotta keep me the chrome Cause I know that hate on the low
Laws at the spot, you ever went to flush the pack and the water had stopped
Laws at the spot, you ever went to flush the pack and the water and stopped
Tell me what you know bout a struggle Long nights, and you makin' it double
Return from the bottom, I rose out the rubble Bitch, I been drippin', don't slip on this puddle
When I was broke, member, they had said, f*ck me Now I'm up, it's all buddy, buddy
Don't hit my line if it ain't money, money Cash in the bag, blue hunnids on me
Tell me what you know bout a struggle
Long nights, and you makin' it double
Cold nights heatin up with a oven
Know you gotta make it, ain't up for discussion
I don't even listen, they tell me they love me, they don't
They gettin shit twisted like hold the f*ck on
I ain't doin' no Post I ain't shit like Malone
Writer: Ian Berry
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