Struggla’s Theme

Lyrics

Woo, yeah Kev Brown, Grap Luva Timex rest in peace Yeah, send this out to Taheem, nah mean, My pops [Kev Brown] I try to remain classic Old school measures are drastic, passionate, most are plastic Collaborate with bills piled up to my neck But never had a problem gaining respect I've had problems gaining my checks from past work I'm bout ready to slap the smirk off jerks For tryna get over on Kev I'm already close to the edge I'd rather be somewhere getting toasted instead Won't be diplomatic to critics I'm just Too broke to bend any further forget it I write how I feel regardless Apologizing for telling the truth is pure nonsense Cats saying I'm soft with the beats Come around my way dog, see if you don't get stomped in the streets (let em know Kev) For gettin it twisted It's dudes on my block grinding harder than Clipse is And I'm one of em But not with the dope you smoke I compose the dope musical notes that move folks Nah, not with the dope you smoke I compose the dope musical notes that move folks [Grap Luva] Yo I hate the fact I didn't master how to be a go-getter Things be better with that little knowledge intact In a tight a spot knowing just how to react But I'm letting things hold me back Brain consumed by bales of weed smoke, got my mind in a fog Got me moving like a bump on a log Getting nowhere My wife and kids need answers and care Plus these jobs want me cuttin my hair? Listen, gettin Closer to God cause these times are tight See my foes laughing at me in the dark of the night But I keep training stay in preparation to fight Through the struggle, I still remain focused upon the light, yo In this madness formulated by fools I master rules Sharpen my tools, deliver jewels cash rules But job be the ruler of me So instead of me juggling crills I MC [Outro - Grap Luva] MC, it's all a part of the struggle b Either way, gotta make it work, nah mean? yeah