Gon' Be

[Deniro Farrar:]
(Sick and tired of strugglin') Yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah)

Sick and tired of struggling
On the corner hustling
Shoot outs and tussling (Man)
Baby mama cussing me (Yeah)
These record labels fucking me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)
And I'm sick and tired of struggling (Sick and tired)
On the corner hustling (On the corner hustlin')
Shoot outs and tussling (Man)
Baby mama cussing me
These record labels fucking me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (Yeah, but it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (Yeah, what it's gon' be)

But I just keep trucking it, I done fell in love with it
Pistol off safety, play with' me and I'm busting it
Burned so many times now I'm struggling to trust
These bitches wanna fuck, now I'm struggling with lust
Asking God, "Is there a heaven for a nigga like us?"
Or better yet, me, but I don't wanna die just to see
Couple niggas changed up that was riding with' me
Peeped everything, I might not say nothing, but I see
Four years straight, I was signed to a major
They ain't do shit for me, the lessons I learned later
Made me even greater, hustle harder and I'm grateful
Won't nobody give you shit 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
Taking orders on the phone for niggas that want it catered
Root to all evil is the money, get yo evil up
Cold ass world, that's why I riding with my heater tucked
Yeah, uh
And it's gon' be what it's gon' be, yeah

Sick and tired of struggling
On the corner hustling
Shoot outs and tussling (Man)
Baby mama cussing me (Yeah)
These record labels fucking me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)
And I'm sick and tired of struggling (Sick and tired)
On the corner hustling (On the corner hustlin')
Shoot outs and tussling (Man)
Baby mama cussing me
These record labels fucking me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)

[Lute:]
Niggas judge me, but don't know the half
Niggas count me out, but can't do the math
Pull up on the west side, they like, "You the man"
I'm like, "Nah, I just had a plan"
Shit, wouldn't be a real nigga if I ain't like to see my niggas win
Couple niggas got the city on ten
Much respect, don't let the hate reflect the nigga within
I'm still learning, my wheels still turning, foot on the gas
I ain't worried 'bout the shit in my past, the people I passed
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 fuck with the flow, I'm hot like a stove
The miles that I drove, got further to go
The shit that I wrote came straight from the soul, I'm fully exposed
I rose from the cracks, rapping is wack, don't fall for the trap
Or the pat on the back, 'cause niggas be cap
Fuck all my stats, gain some respect
Fuck all my stats, nigga, gain some respect

[Deniro Farrar:]
Sick and tired of struggling
On the corner hustling
Shoot outs and tussling (Man)
Baby mama cussing me (Yeah)
These record labels fucking me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)
And I'm sick and tired of struggling (Sick and tired)
On the corner hustling (On the corner hustlin')
Shoot outs and tussling (Man)
Baby mama cussing me
These record labels fucking me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)

[Elevator Jay:]
I remember telling mama I'm rapping now
Plus I got the 808 slapping down
But all she wanted for me was the cap and gown
"Don't get caught walking on the trapping grounds"
But them streets calling my name
"Jay, we need some shit to make the trunk go "bang""
It's getting tough to find like pure cocaine
And won't nobody there step in your lane
Pimp, I ain't no shrimp
So don't try me, like this my first time 'round the way
Promise I ain't new to the game
I spent a whole life being true to the game
And we don't do no faking for no cameras
We just out here making plays
It ain't worth a damn to me, I got a real big fam to feed
Cold and sick and tired of struggling