Young Scooter - Made It Threw The Struggle Lyrics
My life been crazy,you street nigga, you know how I feelHook:I made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggleI grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter,this a letter to my mama, to my mamaI never had a f*ckin father, no.ain’t no more going broke, ain’t no more going brokeain’t no more going broke, ain’t no more going brokeI made it through the struggle-struggle, struggle-struggleI grind it out that gutter, gutter, gutter, yeah yeah.Woke up broke, a thousand timesno days I’ll stay on the grindyou can feel it over fellin you can press with winehad a thing like fifty sinking rich a die tryingfor this black miggle, shit my life is on the linewe made it out the struggle through them hard timessugar in that gutter gutter on the power line,I do this shit for my little brothers like this kids mine,got me stressed out ’cause he f*ck the face and all that time,isn’t this crazy ’cause this day I’m in.. to try,and I got to myself, and I take car my niggas,I take care my family, know the world understand[Hook:]I’m making white hoodie, white shaze, white jaze on white snowwhite Bugatti in a white Ferrari, with white diamonds on white gold,white grill, white Benz, roll around with my white friends,white fur in a right rims, you say my name and you right inI’m no fin to him, I got the..in,you wanna handle him and who stand with him,I got the lambo in I’m in the manderin,I got them ask on.., shawty acting like a man againI told the quip with the..she says she gonna be my car, I’m still never gonna be a man againshe a murder in the trap is a bubbie,Young Scooter ain’t Gucci, so many Maybach out front,niggas think I roll em with Gucci,I ain’t taking no jewelry over you, gonna ***** a nigga come shoot me,I ain’t ready for the old murderer, then what you’re gonna do with the new me.[Hook:]My daddy got a..instant want me shit to me,six years old I ain’t have shit to eat,my stomach empty balled up I can’t get no sleep,can’t wait to go to school, as my meal all weakused to watch from the old lean, I got flow seatsI used to catch rise, now as far for sixI’m free as fifty bands dancing for four week,my mama called my phone talk to my daddy last week,he heard I got a song on the street called Colombia,my daddy smoke Colombia, so daddy I don’t ***** with youmy mama raised a hustler, my mama was a hustler,gotta think my mama had to move out the gutter.[Hook:]
