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lute & deniro farrar - gon' be كلمات الأغنية

[intro: deniro farrar]
yeah, uh, uh (yeah)

[chorus: deniro farrar]
sick and tired of strugglin’
on the corner hustlin’
shoot outs and tusslin’ (man)
baby momma cussin’ me (yeah)
these record labels f-ckin’ me (man)
yeah, what it’s gon’ be?
what it’s gon’ be? (what it’s gon’ be?)
what it’s gon’ be? (what it’s gon’ be?)
man, i’m sick and tired of strugglin’ (sick and tired)
on the corner hustlin’ (on the corner hustlin’)
shoot outs and tusslin’ (man)
baby momma cussin’ me
these record labels f-ckin’ me (man)
yeah, what it’s gon’ be?
what it’s gon’ be? (what it’s gon’ be?)
what it’s gon’ be? (what it’s gon’ be?)

[verse 1: deniro farrar]
but i just keep truckin’ it
i done fell in love with it
pistol off safety, play wit’ me and i’m bustin’ it
burned so many times now i’m strugglin’ to trust
these b-tches wanna f-ck, now i’m strugglin’ with l-st
askin’ god: “is there a heaven for a n-gga like us?”
or better yet, me, but i don’t wanna die just to see
couple n-ggas changed up that was ridin’ wit’ me
peeped everything, i might not say nothin’, but i see
four years straight, i was signed to a major
they ain’t do sh-t for me, the lessons i learned later
made me even greater, hustle harder and i’m grateful
won’t n0body give you sh-t and strings come with the favors
milli’ on the crib and it came with no neighbors
me, my sons, and my guns, and a whole lot of acres
nights on the block, serve fiends like a waiter
takin’ orders on the phone for n-ggas that want it catered
root to all evil is the evil, get yo evil up
cold -ss world, that’s why i ridin’ with my heater tucked
yeah, uh
and it’s gon’ be what it’s gon’ be
yeah

[verse 2: lute]
n-ggas judge me, but don’t know the half
n-ggas count me out, but can’t do the math
pull up on the westside, they like: “you the man”
i’m like, “nah, i just had a plan”
sh-t, wouldn’t be a real n-gga if i ain’t like to see my n-ggas win
couple n-ggas got the city on ten
much respect, don’t let the hate reflect the n-gga within
i’m still learning, my wheels still turning
foot on the gas
i ain’t worried ’bout the sh-t in my past, the people i p-ssed
my only concern is: will it outlast?
pay me in cash, free me at last, the whip never crashed
’cause i’m in control, can’t f-ck with the flow
i’m hot like a stove, the miles that i drove
got further to go, this sh-t that i wrote came straight from the soul
i’m fully exposed, i rose from the cracks
rappin’ is wack, don’t fall for the trap for the pat on the back
’cause n-ggas be cap, f-ck all my stats
gain some respect, f-ck all my stats
n-gga, gain some respect

[verse 3: elevator jay]
i remember tellin’ momma: “i’m rappin’ now”
plus i got the 808s slappin’ down
but all she wanted for me was the cap and gown
“don’t get caught talkin’ on the trappin’ grounds”
“but them streets callin’ my name”
“jay, we need some sh-t to make the trunk go “bang””
“it’s gettin’ tough to find white, pure cocaine”
i walked up outta there, stay in yo lane
“pimp, i ain’t no shrimp, so don’t try me, like this my first time ’round the way”
i promise i ain’t new to the game
i spent the whole life being true to the game
and we don’t do no fakin’ for no cameras, we just out here makin’ plays
it ain’t worth a d-mn to me, i got a real big fam to feed
cold and sick and tired of strugglin’

- lute deniro farrar

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