Ralph Solo - Struggle / Crack Rock / Nwstrongr lyrics

rate me

You funny man!

No, I'm not funny, and I ain't laughing.

Shit ain't funny,

I'm trying to get this money.

Hashtag to struggle, I cashed it

But I'm trying to make double

Like, cheeseburgers, niggers will get flipped,

Middle finger. Bring your fucking girl,

She say that's your favorite position.

Old position, from A one to day one,

Flowing like Satan. Run a ray gun, 666,

4 clip, but I'm not shooting,

You run in front of the gun, live forever.

So I have to do this, shooter, aha.

I happen to pray a lot.

I pray that I never pray when a predator is at his top.

I rig up his set, when at his best,

Fear's a fact, as a matter of fact, it's fiction.

But you don't believe me, 'less I don't talk about you

Talk about you. You know what the fuck I is talking 'bout?

It's why we differ. Like I was in I ribbon, you was just a freak.

Sold the row, like Jack Sparrow in the Camaro,

Don't make no sense, I close money Judas,

My crew make me think I'm a Buddhist.

'cause a nigger wanna meditate,

And keep that mind state straight.

I think I need a drink, to shrink everything aside.

One day, that shit gonna explode like I was sitting on the comode

Watching the Dave Chappelle show.

Then maybe then you wouldn't think I was allright.

Sometimes I be feeling like

I don't wanna live no more.

What you talking 'bout, death?

Why you fronting on my front door?

I'm living everyday like a hustle.

Another ...

Another day, another struggle.

Crack rock...crack rock.

Somebody lied to me

They tell me I was the best

But the Kelly's had the heels

So the beat is real.