Nothing Left Between Us (Duderstadt Extended Progressive Vocal Remix)

歌詞

{tec-9} I don't like to dream about gettin' paid No time for slippin' no time to get laid Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9 Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma Want to take on another job, but I won't let her Raised up without my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty four I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i Slung all night, and slept all day Can't figure out, how I turned out that way Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave What will it take for a nigga to get paid Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth Without a doubt I'm strugglin' F**k doin' bad, I'm drug smugglin' But never the less, I got to get my momma out of there I got a job, just to show her that I care The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think that I'm broke But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie Slangin' that shit like it was hot when will it stop My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my momma She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin' No struggle no progress I'm only about ballin' {yella boy} No struggle no progress when I struggle I can't progress To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the f**kin' best But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know bout my blue Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e But some serious business shit known as the nine five Patrol on the scene it's it's the I can't let 'em slide Save up on some cash incas I got to make bail Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail Nigga ain't about the k shut the f**k up or i'ma have to shot See I'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward boo Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above it 'cause if it's a chase I crack yo face mother f**k it no struggle no progress {lil' ya} Comin' up you know a nigga struggle hard Slangin' rock's everyday in the third ward The game faded, but it didn't fade my way 'cause I was to small, I had heart down from the start since The age of five, I was an artist, never took the easy way Always took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost On my feet, can't get no job, I got six gold teeth What the f**k i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two Motherf**k them white folk's I'm a sign with the "u" Want some talent show's then we made a single Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's Never was around when I didn't have no dividends Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayin' No struggle no progress