Reema Major - The Struggle lyrics

rate me

Sinister ministers unholy nuns, why you niggas got guns

When you know you pop none

Couple of lies and some wax and some wanksters

Big front they disguised as some gangsters big tee tip tims and the fitted cap

Hella speech mad front with an empty gat, what type of shit is that

See I don't know, you said you the type quick to grab the four four

But more like them dirty niggas singing to the po-po

keep if real or fucking go home is the motto

Boys look good speakin' quick

Young girls don't believe that shit, believe that shit

Down to earth wifey type mad loveable

But young boy don't mistaking me for gullable

Separate all the lies from the truth

Who you think you gon' deceive boo? I don't believe you

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Yo, never alter my appearance to satisfy no eyes

Cause it’s all lies,silicon is in the suicide

You alive but you really dead,

And the traits you be looking for in life you cannot buy with bread

Ah, my testimony homie, indicate I ain't phony

I'm popping rounds at all them clowns that be fronting on me

Seat back tinted windows tinted shades callin my versace raise coppin bigger pay

But you fully grateful that I love to see another day

Life in another way, feel got distract, just the biggest brain

It ain't a secret that I'm running this effect that I'm hot

So if you dumb ___ try to be something you not

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Stephanie for correcting these lyrics