I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter

This a letter to my momma

I never had a fucking father

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter

Woke up broke a thousand times

No days off, stayed on the grind

You convicted of a felon, you can't press rewind

Had to think like 50 Cent, get rich or die trying

For this Black Migo shit, my life is on the line

We made it out the struggle, through them hard times

Juuging in that gutter, gutter under them power lines

I do this shit for my lil brother, it's like his kid's mine

Got me stressed out 'cause he fucked up facing all that time

And it's crazy 'cause he just had him another child

And I got two myself, and I take care my ****

I take care my family, know the world understand me

I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter

This a letter to my momma

I never had a fucking father

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter

I'm thinking white hoodie, white shades

White J's on white snow

White Bugatti and a white Ferrari with white diamonds on white gold

White grill, white Benz, rolling round with my white friends

White fur and the right rims, you say my name and you right in

I'm no fan of him, I got the ammo in

You wanna handle him and who stand with him

I got the Lambo and I'm in the Mandarin

I got the mask on, I'm Rip Hamilton

Shorty acting like a mannequin

I told her quit with the shenanigans

She said she gon' key my car

I'm still never gon' be your man again

See murder in the trap is a booby

Young Scooter and Gucci

So many Maybachs out front

**** think I'm rolling with Pucci

I ain't taking no jewelry off

You gon' cock it, ****, come shoot me

I ain't ready for the old murder

Then what you gon' do with the new me?

I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter

This a letter to my momma

I never had a fucking father

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter

My daddy could die today and it still won't mean shit to me

Six years old, I ain't have shit to eat

My stomach empty, balled up, I can't get no sleep

Couldn't wait to go to school, that's my meal all week

Used to watch from the nosebleeds, now I got floor seats

I used to catch rides, now it's foreign four seats

A quick fifty bands, that's a four for a week

My momma called my phone, talked to my daddy last week

He heard I got a song on the streets called Colombia

My daddy smoke Colombia so daddy I don't fuck with ya

My momma raised a hustler, her momma was a hustler

Gotta thank my momma, had to move her out the gutter

I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter

This a letter to my momma

I never had a fucking father

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

Ain't no more going broke

I made it through that struggle, struggle

I grinded out that gutter, gutter