Luh Soldier - Same Struggle (feat. Derty Racks & Big36oz) Lyrics

Yea we got some struggles we brothers
Don't you hate and hide out like a busta
We gon f*ck around
Talk to a costumer
No these n***as not acting like hustlers
Blow the top like they mans and them
All they got is more than him
But they really not lawyers him
And be f*cking these hoes that is jenk
Only wanna kill n***as we rank
Make solider pull up in the tank
I have it all filled up then we dirty racks
If you gas n***a run in the bank
Give a f*ck what these young n***as think
But the camera young n***a won't blink
Won't blink
Won't blink
With that fire imma shoot I won't blink

Ain't never had a hand out
Had to make it happen
Phone still going bananas
I been on the road
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Ain't making a sing a long
Trap shit n***a where is the money
Heard they coming in back to back
Big blunts keep them hoes in rotation
Cop me up a free tell her bring a friend
If it ends best believe that we keep it
These n***as fake I can't keep it a secret
Pull up in a tank
2s and 3s got his ass
Money dirty
I stay with ratchet
Shout out to Reggie
We keep it on him
Money gon keep elevating
I stay down dog
You gotta be patient
Imma blink if you play with my money
Lil buddy imma try to run up the bag for real
Gas hand and it's vacuum sealed
Jay got that shit outta Cali
The shit that we smoking fantastic
Get hit with that fire boy that shit gon be tragic
Took the harder way know not to match it
The choppa whip and make your team do a back flip

Yea we got some struggles we brothers
Don't you hate and hide out like a busta
We gon f*ck around
Talk to a costumer
No these n***as not acting like hustlers
Blow the top like they mans and them
All they got is more than him
But they really not lawyers him
And be f*cking these hoes that is jenk
Only wanna kill niggas we rank
Make solider pull up in the tank
I have it all filled up then we dirty racks
If you gas n***a run in the bank
Give a f*ck what these young n***as think
But the camera young n***a won't blink
Won't blink
Won't blink
With that fire imma shoot I won't blink

Got these young n***as sliding for free
I got bitches that's charging a fee
All that paper I got out the streets
Heard the money turn you to a beast
And I'm press on paper
I'm having this shit selling 500 pounds in a week
In the trunk if they count is 20 or 30 or not then I can't even leave
If I don't ring then I can't even sleep
At the spot I ain't taking no breaks
It ain't ready your ass gotta wait
Just like Benny's we cook in your face
N***a rapping bout bricks but we having that shit
Putting 36 right in your face
Selling shit in a whole nother state
Pull up with a 30 clip right on my waist
150k just off a play
And I need the shit twice in a month
Show the city how many you want
They competing but n***as ain't comp
N***as act like they got up a fish
And I really sold 10 of them bitches for lunch
And these bitches be acting siddidy
But come to my spot
And get -

Yea we got some struggles we brothers
Don't you hate and hide out like a busta
We gon f*ck around
Talk to a costumer
No these n***as not acting like hustlers
Blow the top like they mans and them
All they got is more than him
But they really not lawyers him
And be f*cking these hoes that is jenk
Only wanna kill niggas we rank
Make solider pull up in the tank
I have it all filled up then we dirty racks
If you gas nigga run in the bank
Give a f*ck what these young n***as think
But the camera young n***a won't blink
Won't blink
Won't blink
With that fire imma shoot I won't blink