Lyrics

[Hook] The struggle is real, fuck how you feel I tried to buss my appeal but he weren't having it still Take a look at my face, you've seen my foot on the field I was jugging for papes, had the buj and it's real I put dinner on plates, I tried to cook up a meal They say they drip and it's bait, they come and look at the spill Never sitting with jakes, never heard I took a deal I had spinners and eights, I nearly took off his grill [Verse 1] Me and Bilal up in VQ, like look what we've been through Eating chicken and waffles, maple syrup, wings and seafood I never waffle, I never need to If I've got you I've got you, you're my brudda we eat too Not just MAC's, bricks and paper bro we talk about deen too And it's on when I see duke, we've got shottys and .32's You know the road and how it goes, you've got a body don't speak loose Had the yayo, pattern the mandem, we're living, we're cooking and eat food [Hook] The struggle is real, fuck how you feel I tried to buss my appeal but he weren't having it still Take a look at my face, you've seen my foot on the field I was jugging for papes, had the buj and it's real I put dinner on plates, I tried to cook up a meal They say they drip and it's bait, they come and look at the spill Never sitting with jakes, never heard I took a deal I had spinners and eights, I nearly took off his grill [Verse 2] Grew up in the Brix, brudda it wasn't easy We're the real BMF, got hella Young Jeezy's Had the pump and the TEC, we are hella gun greedy Man will oil up the 'matic so man let it go easy And take my word, they did not wanna see me Had the HK in the GT, I was in the jail space looking 3D In the middle of a case like a CD, one in the middle of your face with this DE .44 long like the finger on ET, I can let it go but it's petty like BP [Hook] The struggle is real, fuck how you feel I tried to buss my appeal but he weren't having it still Take a look at my face, you've seen my foot on the field I was jugging for papes, had the buj and it's real I put dinner on plates, I tried to cook up a meal They say they drip and it's bait, they come and look at the spill Never sitting with jakes, never heard I took a deal I had spinners and eights, I nearly took off his grill The struggle is real, fuck how you feel I tried to buss my appeal but he weren't having it still Take a look at my face, you've seen my foot on the field I was jugging for papes, had the buj and it's real I put dinner on plates, I tried to cook up a meal They say they drip and it's bait, they come and look at the spill Never sitting with jakes, never heard I took a deal I had spinners and eights, I nearly took off his grill