Letra Thru the struggle Styles P

Thru the struggle

[Intro]
Spitter, wuddup?
Ghost
Radio Raheem Devaughn yea
Light that shit
Smoke it, smoke it
Smoke it, smoke it
Feelin’ good
You know?

[Verse 1]
I used to have a little when I was little
A rock in the horror play stuck between the middle
Couldn’t figure it out, life is like a riddle
Or maybe it’s the puzzle, or maybe it’s the weed
And the liquor that I guzzle
That got a nigga troubled
I’m like a little kid, I just wanna play with bubbles
Bubble whip, bubble ass
Blowin’ on some bubble kush, layin’ in the bubble bath
iPad shuffle in the duffle bag
Make ring bells, any spark that I hustle that
But I’m grown now, nigga had enough of that
They tell me that it’s money there
Fuck it, I’mma double back

[Hook]
I’ve seen struggle, I’ve seen hope
Seen lot of money and I’ve been broke
And yet you bounce back to the morning
I could grind for mine, could handle mine yea
Smoke the kush with the finest women yea
Jet life in the past minutes, yea
The home run, living life famous
Still winning, I made through the struggle, yea

[Verse 2]
I smoke joints to the head so I pass no shit
They’d rather see me dead than they’d look at me rich
But I can’t quit, addicted to digits
Residual flippers, cash getters, para shiftin’
Exotic wives shipped in, signing for that shipment
Real live bait, attracting mermaids, they swimming
Sunset at the lake, like Monet painted that picture
I’m living in the midst of this continuous paper mission
I’m in grind mode, stacking violence, changing time zones
No bother resettin’ them Rolex watches
High up, big in the boys club
Rockets on my pocket, rockets in my driveway
Them for me and my partners

[Hook]
I’ve seen struggle, I’ve seen hope
Seen lot of money and I’ve been broke
And yet you bounce back to the morning
I could grind for mine, could handle mine yea
Smoke the kush with the finest women yea
Jet life in the past minutes, yea
The home run, living life famous
Still winning, I made through the struggle, yea

[Verse 3]
Gone til November, I’ll be back on my birthday
I can’t remember why I left in the first place
Possession of a pistol was my first case
Still possessing a pistol cuz I be in the worst place
First I had a gun cuz I wasn’t getting money
But now I’ve got a gun cuz I stay getting the money
Hardest nigga title, nobody could strip it from me
It’s SP, champ of the hard ballin’
Catch me in the juice bar, fifty story carwash
Thinking of my niggas on the yard ball
Aughta wait back, homie nigga back safe
Stay up on the workout, come home with the avac
Superhero niggas in the street want their cake back
Now a nigga played it raw, can’t go
It’s the after my age but the party ain’t old
Respect the next super gangsta if your heart ain’t cold

[Hook]
I’ve seen struggle, I’ve seen hope
Seen lot of money and I’ve been broke
And yet you bounce back to the morning
I could grind for mine, could handle mine yea
Smoke the kush with the finest women yea
Jet life in the past minutes, yea
The home run, living life famous
Still winning, I made through the struggle, yea

[Outro]
I made it, yea
Through the struggle, yea
Made it, made it, yea