Lyrics The Struggle (feat. Guap Tha God) - Linkz Boogz

Cause I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna get my money, ayo
I said I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna get my money, ayo
I said I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna get my money, ayo
I said I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna get my money, ayo
Get money motha fucka
I get money, what the fuck do you mean?
I get money motha fucka
I get money, what the fuck do you mean?
I get money motha fucka
I get money, what the fuck do you mean?
I get money motha fucka
I get money, what the fuck do you mean?

I put my mood inside my lyrics, put my life inside these songs
Whether you decide to hear them it's gon' be here when i'm gone
Used to think it'll make me rich, I guess it proved that all along
The route that I was on was all wrong
But I don't give a fuck though, cause if it wasn't for this i'll be fucked yo
Down on my luck yo, somewhere out here stuck bro
Rather be in the underground than be CB4 Gusto
A fake cat? Never that, I keep it one hundo
They waiting for that new Linkz but I give them that drum roll
I'm too loyal for my own good, got no love for a bum hoe
Waiting on my downfall? Be ready for the gun show
I'll be waiting by the window, cocking back the gun slow
Now Drizzy 'bout to be an uncle
The game done switched on me
Got a baby face but now I be the big homie
I got the sauce like rigatoni
Gotta go and get it cause nobody's gonna get it for me
Do it by my doly so nobody say they did it for me
A big middle finger if I ever think you shitted on me
I'm coming back to get at you
And your weak crew
A bunch of cornballs doing whatever IG do
They soft like pussy, ya'll haters is see through
You food on the menu motha fucka, I could read you
I would never wanna be you
Out here in these streets ain't nobody even seen you

I said I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna get my money, ayo
I said I came from the struggle
And all I do is hustle
I'm tryna get my money, ayo
Get money motha fucka
I get money, what the fuck do you mean?
I get money motha fucka
I get money, what the fuck do you mean?

Reporting live from the 718
Get out of line and trust me homie we gon' break your face
We New Yorkers, we ain't saying cap
Never been disloyal, never known to fuck with rats
The world full of serpents so gotta keep the grass cut
My money comes first so i'm all about my algebra
This life is vicious so I gotta be a savage bruh
My cousin Rudy doing 20 up in Attica
You can't hold water then why you pick the cup up?
These rap niggas Master Splinter, they body by the dump truck
Get dumb struck by 44 calibers and some nunchucks
Old school era, straight actions and we don't say much
I'm raw with that gritty type
Couple shots of Henny white
Scars on my body cause a nigga been in plenty fights
Young Iron Mike, my bob and weave Godly, Messiah type
Ay Bendito, find yourself tied up, even losing your life