Struggle Da Preacher - Charlie Mike (prod. Juicy Joe Tha Pimp) | Текст песни

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• Struggle Da Preacher
• Charlie Mike (prod. Juicy Joe Tha Pimp)

[Voice]:
Their sacrifice would be in vein
If we do not realize what their sacrifice mean

[Verse 1]:
Charlie mike, yo
Charlie Mike dawg, i don't wanna get smoked
I see so many bodies in the hood lined in chalk
Everytime they tried to rap they ended up broke
And i don't wanna be another motherfucka who would just talk
Many kids count on this rap game
Coming up with silly rhymes, tryna getting paid so fast
Fuck it! They game will break their lust
Stop it! The game become Justin-like
So let me ride and if you feel like riding with me
We gotta get the money, getting money never been easy
With money bitches come and please y'all
It's never free though
I'm freezing your account cuz my ice is sick
No, no never been scared of being alone
My job is done better when i'm on my own
Counting golds i know what's true and what's false
It doesn't mean you're on top in your Royce
My girls, my boys listen to this voice of these cold streets
Look into these eyes fulla cold tears
That's all about our cold living

[Voice]:
When you sign up to go in a military
You sign up to give up to including your life
for the president, for your country
for your constitution under your oath

[Verse 2]:
I signed up for this rap game many years ago
Call me a vet however you dunno my name, though
I've been around, staying loyal to it
I've seen many clowns who jumped on it then jumped off it
You tough man? No! You just a piece of shit, son
Many motherfuckers like you came to change the game
But getting paid in sake of oath you break
turns you wack, the game is wack
You like a bitch on the rag
Take your weapons down and never come back, never
Stay with your mom and try to get clever
I ain't diss no one, just take your spot, that's what i'm saying
You can not be a soldier if you got no loyalty
to what you holding down
Fake kings with fake crowns
Take'em off now and give'em to your moms, right
You talk about me dawg, right?
Everything in the game supposed to be right
I don't mind'em bitches but you know what
Sometimes i got embarassed to be called a rapper, man
I ain't got no plan
Everything in the motherfucking game gotta be cleaned
You know what i mean cuz you went soft
Fuck your industry, i give my shit to local stores
Worldwide baby
Yo, worldwide baby
Yo, 9-7-3, worldwide baby
SDP baby


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