Struggle - Willy G: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Struggle

Gangsta Rap

Struggle è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2026 da Willy G come parte dell'album Lost Files

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumLost Files

Data di uscita1 gennaio 2026

EtichettaWilly G

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM80

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Willy G

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

William Christopher Guy

William Christopher Guy

Composer

Testi

Huh, Willie G

Got my **** Teechron with me

Oh yeah, they know what it is

Started with a dollar and a dream, had to flip that

Gotta eat to live, still to eat, I was that riff-raff

Only thing on a **** mind was to get cash

Now them haters face be lookin' sick every time a **** pass

And all them shots them haters threw made me that much stronger

All that dumb shit I been through, it made me that much smarter

Every time I get closer, my dreams get farther

Am I gon' make it on top? Or in a casket like my father?

I don't know, shit, I don't know

But I can hear the money callin' me, I gotta go

From them days I was broke and nights in the cold

And flippin' this pack was just about my last hope

And **** know the goal, to get this money

Gotta use my head 'cause mama raised no dummy

And I'm just tryna eat every day up out these streets

And I got big dreams, so there's no time to sleep

Talk to 'em

And it's gon' kill 'em up inside

By the time they see your boy rise

And when I go, I'm tellin' all my **** come along

To the top where we belong

Check it, yo, couple of years passed, I felt the need to relax

I keep searchin' for a reason to rap

It's like the genre got a disease, brought it to its fuckin' knees

And it's wack, take it with ease, cop trees and then back

Them skinny jean teens always claimin' they a G and they clap

The finger quick to point, but they freezin' up on the gat

I see the bitch in them years, wanted to be

He gettin' mad 'cause she on my lap

Who's considered genius? You don't understand the man

I plan, you ain't involved, I can't stand to dance

And I write better than you even with my hand in pants

Pleasin' myself as they lead you in the ambulance

On point with a pen, even sharper than pencil

Put me in the institution and they label me mental

'Bout to repossess the game, you just got it as a rental

I'm from Hawaii, I will eat you for dinner like a bento

Sleepin' under leaky roofs

From the shadows out the alleys, me and my **** creepin' through

We would rock each other's clothes, sippin' on the same brew

Where I'm at today, still fuckin' with that same crew

Same ****, same hood, that's 'til the death of me

So Willie, you gon' die for your ****? Oh, definitely

And I put that on my hood

I can't take everyone, but if I could, then I would

But when the drama unfold, trust me, I will never run

Down-talkin' on my sins, who the fuck is you to judge?

Pussy ****, all the people I done buried

Looked the devil in his eyes, not even he could scare me

Tell that **** try his best, he already did

Turned out hotter than him, ain't that some shit?

Stackin' my lil' paper, just tryna do me

Standin' on my own two like a G showed me

Okay

Look

Y'all listen to the sounds

Featuring Teechron

Let y'all know somethin'

Written by: William Christopher Guy

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