STRUGGLIN' - Cj Fly

Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland

Thanks to the government, Black people suffering

You can’t stop the hustle, won’t go back the struggling

The packs still coming in, the trap still bubbling

Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland

Thanks to the government, Black people suffering

You can’t stop the hustle, won’t go back the struggling

Did what he did to feed his family by any means

Wasn’t a shooter kept the Ruger for his enemies

He only had one pair of sneakers so he kept 'em clean

He said he knew that he’d be great because he had a dream

When he first came into this country, he was such a good kid

Pigs planted crack inside his pocket when he came to Brooklyn

They was just looking for someone to take central booking

His auntie saw what had transpired so they never took him

So much for the land of opportunity

Or unity or community

No immunity, guess it’s you or me

It’s usually just eulogies

Only right he get in where he fit in

He knew to change his surroundings when he didn’t

Saw what they was getting and that’s when he started dealing

He was riding on a high horse really thought they wouldn’t get him

Was told that he could make more money out in Maryland

Him and his partner was so desperate they tried anything

Ain’t never left the state they did a little traveling, got settled in

Didn’t know his custys started babbling

It was a sting, ain’t know he sold police the evidence

That’s when the coppers dipped into his son’s inheritance

They pat him down and took him in thought they got everything

He did a little time but never got no heavy sentencing

The packs still coming in, the trap still bubbling

Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland

Thanks to the government, Black people suffering

You can’t stop the hustle, won’t go back the struggling

The packs still coming in, the trap still bubbling

Should have saved our money and moved back to the motherland

Thanks to the government, Black people suffering

You can’t stop the hustle, won’t go back the struggling

Call it bad timing, didn’t talk he stayed silent

Switched his trade from hustling to dollar van driving

Wasn’t for that he would have prolly never met my mom

Some say that Bajans and Jamaicans never get along

Didn’t wanna pay her fare to go to Kings Plaza

Know he didn’t think that he would be her kid’s father

Thought that he was smooth and found a nice new cyatty

My mama always tell me, «You just like your daddy»

Ironic I’m his junior, all the chronic I was moving

Extra cash we could have used it, didn’t last 'cause I was stupid

To make it in America, you have to gain knowledge

He made it his priority to graduate college

Got his degree and started teaching for a bit

His old friends couldn’t get down with the fact he had gone legit

I’m just glad he made that switch to ensure he won’t go back in

They could never talk no shit, that’s because he ain’t never snitched