Why Fall In Love With The Struggle

[ CHORUS: ]

Why fall in love with the struggle if the struggle don't love me?

Catchin hell as I bubble, still can't let em above me

People love you, at the same time want to see you crumble

We gon' hustle rain or sunshine, love to see us rumble

[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mike ]

We out the do', you know I got about a ounce or mo'

Rock, bounce through the streets, stop countin my dough

Hoes creepin four deep in a black Benzo

The game's deep, now can you see us, me and Mack One-o?

To hell where some go, a don that's velcro

We bail and bomb while some fail to turn pro

So act like you know, hey hoe, best not doubt me

Niggas don't mob without me, ain't nothin fraud about me

Time tickin, mind spinnin, can you dig these wicked rhymes?

Gettin live, what's the deal with his eyes? Devil I despise

Sniff em out like bloodhounds, lyrically puttin my thug down

Seriously, why'all can hunch now, spiritually we been drugged down

I'm your host now, who's the boss? Niggas get lost and broke down

Crossed with golden crowns, then you hear me more than now

A million ways to lay the game out

I went without a million days before I came out

[ VERSE 2: Mack 10 ]

I stay stressed out and short with nowhere to turn

I'm out of dope, it's a drought the whole hood is concerned

I gotta take what I want, I never learned how to earn

I pull my heat out and squeeze, yelli, "burn, baby, burn!"

With no rocks to sack up I wonder who can I jack up

Along with this .44, which other heat should I pack up?

Niggas never been robbed by a guy short in size

If I put a 211 in progress, cooperate or die

Why fall in love with the struggle if the struggle don't love me?

So nigga, why should I watch you hustle off a whole ki?

If I say I want it, hand it over or watch the snub nose flame

The Chicken Hawk got to have it, dog, and that's on everything

Now Mr. Mike (What's up?) You out here ballin these streets

Now front your partner a few ones, until he back on his feet

And that ain't askin for much if that's somethin that you can do

Cause you know if you was short, a nigga'd look out for you

[ VERSE 3: Mr. Mike ]

It's like wakin up to eggs, grits, bacon, and blunts

Girl, what you do in here? Why you still naked and stunt?

(I'm the girl, you're the man, and the sex was fun

I ain't makin this up, nigga, you made me come)

Alright we done, back to the lab without a mic to grab

Can't take this poverty, crews sling

We hoo-bang for the robbbery (Who's game?)

The chosen one, three years old, know how to hold a gun

I'm on the run till I finally find the right one

Mr. Mike, guns and glocks can't stop me

Cause we here tonight, love and props is all I see

Somebody callin me, I'm dealin with these inner feelings

Show my partners the game, a damn shame, they still don't get it

I won't quit it, cause I'm livin life on the edge

Sometimes I feel I'm better off dead

Closed caption for the feared and the scared

We here, we there, no need to compare