Skeezy - Beautiful Struggle Lyrics

These them pumas fuck balenciaga’s
Riding round with 17 yeah we sliding proper
Got my vest on cuz i don’t trust the doctors
They let my nigga die shit turned me to a monster
Late night can’t sleep yeah i tried to hit em proper
Blaze his strip 40 sounding like a track waka flocka
I was taught stay low count my lessons and my blessing
Niggas is shook i put in work with that smith and wesson
Suckas move in slow mo diss me just for promo
Connect looking like miguel cotto im the same nigga dolo
Ask any nigga that i beefed with
Gave it to him quiet like a secret
Nigga yeah i took a loss and i got it back
Tripled up the grind now i got a sack
Pistol on my lap in case them niggas act
30 in the clip for the pay back
We gone whip this bitch like a maybach
Drake track we gone spin his block and hit em back to back
Pull my sheet record clean homie we could state the facts
Put in work for the set never did i turn my back
New face we don’t trust that he might be a rat
Caught a case with the blick and he home picture that
You gone ride or hide cuz you can’t get yo nigga back
Put the peddle to the metal we gone watch the ceiling crack
Young leo been that nigga ain’t no denying that
Bad bitch pulled up swerving i was eyeing that
Niggas hating from the sideline aint no hiding that
Shades on looking like lt with the visor black
Whisper in yo bitch ear she gone come up outta that
Smother than a pimp on a vegas strip how is that
West coast bitch bounce that ass for the low low
Said she popped a pill so she gone do it slow mo talk to um
When fake niggas on top it make it hard to compete
I was starving some nights it was nothing to eat
Skinny nigga big jeans and a 3 x t
Copped a lil work and got right on my feet
State facts when you talking to me
Never been a dick rider im just keeping it g
I show love to niggas but that don’t mean i’m keeping the peace
Strapped up a few times i had to let off the heat
I prepared for them rainy days
They say im free but im still a slave
And they wonder why we got our ways
I pray for better days man i need some better ways
Make em levitate when it hesitate
He in a better place that was the pastor when his body all cold
And you can’t call his phone
You had plans for the summer now you out here alone
Never trip on a trick never flip cuz a bitch
Never got out of pocket even when they on my dick
I let it slide know the vibes man they ain’t outside
Like they say the outside celebrate with the team
Break bread with my guys like bread I’m on the rise
Got a milly on my mind
Before the deal i had to grind
Man i got it out the mud cleaned the flow now i shine
On these fuck niggas
We don’t trust niggas
Like a bag of that wet we’ll dust niggas
Beautiful struggle

These them pumas fuck balenciaga’s
Riding round with 17 yeah we sliding proper
Got my vest on cuz i don’t trust the doctors
They let my nigga die shit turned me to a monster
Late night can’t sleep yeah i tried to hit em proper
Blaze his strip 40 sounding like a track waka flocka
I was taught stay low count my lessons and my blessing
Niggas is shook i put in work with that smith and wesson
Suckas move in slow mo diss me just for promo
Connect looking like miguel cotto im the same nigga dolo
Ask any nigga that i beefed with
Gave it to him quiet like a secret
Nigga yeah i took a loss and i got it back
Tripled up the grind now i got a sack
Pistol on my lap in case them niggas act
30 in the clip for the pay back
We gone whip this bitch like a maybach
Drake track we gone spin his block and hit em back to back
Pull my sheet record clean homie we could state the facts
Put in work for the set never did i turn my back
New face we don’t trust that he might be a rat
Caught a case with the blick and he home picture that
You gone ride or hide cuz you can’t get yo nigga back
Put the peddle to the metal we gone watch the ceiling crack
Young leo been that nigga ain’t no denying that
Bad bitch pulled up swerving i was eyeing that
Niggas hating from the sideline aint no hiding that
Shades on looking like lt with the visor black
Whisper in yo bitch ear she gone come up outta that
Smother than a pimp on a vegas strip how is that
West coast bitch bounce that ass for the low low
Said she popped a pill so she gone do it slow mo talk to um
When fake niggas on top it make it hard to compete
I was starving some nights it was nothing to eat
Skinny nigga big jeans and a 3 x t
Copped a lil work and got right on my feet
State facts when you talking to me
Never been a dick rider im just keeping it g
I show love to niggas but that don’t mean i’m keeping the peace
Strapped up a few times i had to let off the heat
I prepared for them rainy days
They say im free but im still a slave
And they wonder why we got our ways
I pray for better days man i need some better ways
Make em levitate when it hesitate
He in a better place that was the pastor when his body all cold
And you can’t call his phone
You had plans for the summer now you out here alone
Never trip on a trick never flip cuz a bitch
Never got out of pocket even when they on my dick
I let it slide know the vibes man they ain’t outside
Like they say the outside celebrate with the team
Break bread with my guys like bread I’m on the rise
Got a milly on my mind
Before the deal i had to grind
Man i got it out the mud cleaned the flow now i shine
On these fuck niggas
We don’t trust niggas
Like a bag of that wet we’ll dust niggas
Beautiful struggle