Strugglin by King 20/20 Lyrics
Verse 1:
Working on my grind
Working on other things harder than livin life
As I step outside to grab some air, started thinking bout time
And how fast it is, no time to master this
Confusion no illusions but the truth
Speak two words while I'm the booth
The rest lost to the mic, the rest to the night
Don't try to fight it, the rhythm
Mental indecision of what you been missin
What you been sippin? Got that whisky memory?
What you been smokin? The best of the green headary?
Deciding what addictions I like the most
That was one of my favorites by k west He used to boast
"Everything that spose to be bad, make me feel so good
Everything they told me not to, was exactly what I would"
But that song make me smile, like child it's the little things
Small shades of light, that fight away the plight
Shining brightly eternally burning, the yearning of originality
Something new to the table
Before rap becomes a fable, and I ain't one to talk
Spittin on these old ass beats and whatnot
This is a tribute, so what's your excuse?
You still spittin the same shit, slit ya wrists
Or take a time out, grab a rope and climb out
The rut you set yaself in, go fuckin figure
I'm ahead of the limelight, but my rhymes is tight
Hook:
Ain't they? Yeah yeah ya rhymes is tight x3
Yeah yeah ya god damn right
Verse 2:
So now that that's out the way
I'd like to talk to you all for just a day
Hip hoppin my life away, even without gettin pay
I'm gettin lay wit my girl
We own the world
After we fu... I record, It's when Im on point
My brains already sparking, from the spark between our joints
Save the sesh, we undress
Just like when I'm writing, to massacre my stress
40 hour weeks, really don't give a fuck
About me or my schedule, never ending perpetual
But enough about me, let's ask the nitty gritty
Why these other rappers, still sound so iffy?
Put em in a fuckin blenda, youd still get the recycled
Trash, that ya whip on ya ass
Okay I'll let em slide for a little bit
I'm just bitchin for the hell of it, I ain't sellin shit
But the cool dude groove, that you felt in the 90s
Where nobody was even talking behind me
Behind my back don't even try to act, like we cool bruh
You need to learn, so let me take you to school cous'
Hook:
This is a discussion
About how we be Strugglin
We know that you're bluffing
Cause everybody struggling
Money drugs
Bitches with no love
We know that you’re strugglin
Cause everybody smugglin
But this beats so nice
Right? Yeah yeah ya beats is tight
Right?
Yeah yeah ya beats is aight
Right?
Yeah yeah ya beats is nice
Right?
Yeah yeah ya beats is tight
Right?
Yeah yeah yeah ya god damn right
Working on my grind
Working on other things harder than livin life
As I step outside to grab some air, started thinking bout time
And how fast it is, no time to master this
Confusion no illusions but the truth
Speak two words while I'm the booth
The rest lost to the mic, the rest to the night
Don't try to fight it, the rhythm
Mental indecision of what you been missin
What you been sippin? Got that whisky memory?
What you been smokin? The best of the green headary?
Deciding what addictions I like the most
That was one of my favorites by k west He used to boast
"Everything that spose to be bad, make me feel so good
Everything they told me not to, was exactly what I would"
But that song make me smile, like child it's the little things
Small shades of light, that fight away the plight
Shining brightly eternally burning, the yearning of originality
Something new to the table
Before rap becomes a fable, and I ain't one to talk
Spittin on these old ass beats and whatnot
This is a tribute, so what's your excuse?
You still spittin the same shit, slit ya wrists
Or take a time out, grab a rope and climb out
The rut you set yaself in, go fuckin figure
I'm ahead of the limelight, but my rhymes is tight
Hook:
Ain't they? Yeah yeah ya rhymes is tight x3
Yeah yeah ya god damn right
Verse 2:
So now that that's out the way
I'd like to talk to you all for just a day
Hip hoppin my life away, even without gettin pay
I'm gettin lay wit my girl
We own the world
After we fu... I record, It's when Im on point
My brains already sparking, from the spark between our joints
Save the sesh, we undress
Just like when I'm writing, to massacre my stress
40 hour weeks, really don't give a fuck
About me or my schedule, never ending perpetual
But enough about me, let's ask the nitty gritty
Why these other rappers, still sound so iffy?
Put em in a fuckin blenda, youd still get the recycled
Trash, that ya whip on ya ass
Okay I'll let em slide for a little bit
I'm just bitchin for the hell of it, I ain't sellin shit
But the cool dude groove, that you felt in the 90s
Where nobody was even talking behind me
Behind my back don't even try to act, like we cool bruh
You need to learn, so let me take you to school cous'
Hook:
This is a discussion
About how we be Strugglin
We know that you're bluffing
Cause everybody struggling
Money drugs
Bitches with no love
We know that you’re strugglin
Cause everybody smugglin
But this beats so nice
Right? Yeah yeah ya beats is tight
Right?
Yeah yeah ya beats is aight
Right?
Yeah yeah ya beats is nice
Right?
Yeah yeah ya beats is tight
Right?
Yeah yeah yeah ya god damn right