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Young Mich - Struggle Lyrics



Young Mich - Struggle Lyrics




You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines

I been out there on them streets
We where packing) all that heat
38 at my feet
And 45 under my sheets

Cuz I been standing on that corner
Try to make my way tough life
Pussy nigga run up on us
We gon make a body count

Lord forgive us when started
Pockets empty lost it all
We just wanted all them richest
And blow money at the mall

We where set up from the get go
Born to lose here in the ghetto
Bullets blazing hear the echo
Homies dead where's the RICO

Found my way out of the hood
Now my family living good
Back then was trap or die
And really wish a nigga would

You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines

Chasing all this paper
On the corner selling rocks
Stole some motorbikes
And didn't stop if you was cop

System was against us
What the f*ck we gon do
Raised in the getto projects
Nigga we was born to lose

Haters gon hate
Winners never lose
I'm part of the winning team
What the f*ck you gonna do

Started off with nothing
Prayed to God to give me something
I got more than I could beg for
Thank the Lord I cannot say more

I have bills in the mail
Not a penny in the bank
Barely food on the plate
And no gas in the tank

I'm saying poverty is the enemy
Disgusting all the frenemies
No one seemed to care for me
Before I started getting streams

You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines

You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines
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You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines

I been out there on them streets
We where packing) all that heat
38 at my feet
And 45 under my sheets

Cuz I been standing on that corner
Try to make my way tough life
Pussy nigga run up on us
We gon make a body count

Lord forgive us when started
Pockets empty lost it all
We just wanted all them richest
And blow money at the mall

We where set up from the get go
Born to lose here in the ghetto
Bullets blazing hear the echo
Homies dead where's the RICO

Found my way out of the hood
Now my family living good
Back then was trap or die
And really wish a nigga would

You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines

Chasing all this paper
On the corner selling rocks
Stole some motorbikes
And didn't stop if you was cop

System was against us
What the f*ck we gon do
Raised in the getto projects
Nigga we was born to lose

Haters gon hate
Winners never lose
I'm part of the winning team
What the f*ck you gonna do

Started off with nothing
Prayed to God to give me something
I got more than I could beg for
Thank the Lord I cannot say more

I have bills in the mail
Not a penny in the bank
Barely food on the plate
And no gas in the tank

I'm saying poverty is the enemy
Disgusting all the frenemies
No one seemed to care for me
Before I started getting streams

You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines

You don't know my struggle
You don't know my pain
You don't know my hustle
You don't know the rain

Man I do it for them cold nights
Out on them streets
Man I do it for them empty plates
And can full of sardines
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Writer: Michée Nilsson
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Length: 4:23
Written by: Michée Nilsson

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