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• Artiste: Pretty Ugly
• Titre: The Struggle
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[Verse 1: Pretty Ugly] It started when the hotshots went past my spot Police used to knockin for blocks, it had me wantin to clock The one day I got proposition, they had me trippin I put my man onto what I was gettin and where we flippin I dogged two pairs of sneaks in the first week I couldn't sleep, cuz I was afraid to miss a beat Now my phase done passed and I'm in the game deep The smokers love me, watch for the cops and my peeps My mom kinda new, and so did the law too Respect was due, so I chill when they come through I calm down my crew, put a skirt on the brew I always miss my curfew but what the fuck would you do? With 5000 a night, off each G I made a tre' The block was warm as May and gettin hotter every day With no dues to pay, wasn't a way I could lose But my last week of school my ol' head was on the news [Hook x2] In order to eat, you gon' struggle I ain't gon' lie While you eat you gon' struggle Don't ask me why Life is all a struggle then you die, yeah Is it fair? Nah - Does life care? Nah [Verse 2: Pretty Ugly] Now I'm back where I started, couple grand and a stash Wrote my man down what happened, told him watch his ass After this court case pass, we gon' try it again Until then I made friends with a pad and a pen I wrote about current affairs and issues I was havin All the coke I was baggin and all the pussy I was taggin Every rhyme gave me the chills, cuz everything I wrote was real Now who the fuck thought I'd get me a deal? I grew up in Philadel, 2-3 to 4-6 It's survival of the fit, I'd flip a brick and get rich But rough times danced along, but money was the song But I couldn't get it on, cuz my ol' head was gone I went to visit him, he said paper stay strong Watch my new born, I'ma be here real long But I gotta get mine, he said, "Naw get signed" Didn't know I was livin live, till I had a decent time [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Pretty Ugly] Now two years done passed, I came home with to cash Tried to catch up with the past but the streets is movin fast I had homies, but they left me lonely Either they fell for a case, or they fell for a tenderonie I was stuck in between a dream and a drug scene Wasn't born with mean but I learned how to D I lace a lot, five times a day non-stop But I miss huggin the block and spendin a knot Money was callin, felt myself Riq' I was fallin I started robbin, cuz I couldn't stand starvin And then I got shot two times in two spots I almost went in shock because the blood wouldn't stop I ain't gon' lie, I ain't ready to die I ain't ready to fry, but I'm ready to ride Some flip bricks and get rich, some stay broke and flip burgers I'm gon' get further, write murder or get murdered [Hook x2] Aye.. P.U., High & Mighty You know, Philadel, still reign supreme Know who y'all heard ya first gangsta rap from We started all this, it's our turn Aye..