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struggle - ybg lo lyrics

[chorus: ybg lo]
remember i was broke, i ain’t have nothin’ n-gg-
we ain’t got the same struggle
we all gotta get a bag, all i do is hustle n-gg-
we ain’t got the same struggle
we all got it with the mob, got it out the gutter n-gg-
we ain’t got the same struggle
nah nah, yuhh
you don’t come from what i come from
remember i was broke, i ain’t have nothin’ n-gg-
we ain’t got the same struggle
we all gotta get a bag, all i do is hustle n-gg-
we ain’t got the same struggle
we all got it with the mob, got it out the gutter n-gg-
we ain’t got the same struggle
nah nah, yuhh
you don’t come from what i come from

[verse 1: ybg lo]
my n-gg-s they gangstas, my n-gg-s they dangerous
they throwin’ gang signs with they fingers
i’m still in the trenches, don’t get it twisted
only the real f-ck with me
only the real can feel me
i got the racks in my denim
i ain’t 2 chainz but i run round [?]
i can show you to move it and flip it
these n-gg-s they hoes, they know
they know that they lame, they [?]
stack it up then i get ghost
hop in the rolls then i hop in a boat
ybg we coast to coast
i got some n-gg-s that still move the c-ke
gotta stay out the way, boy i gotta lay low
chasin’ a bag and i get it fasho
my brother just beat a murder
that’s that sh-t that’s unheard of
pop out the cut ‘fore i curb up
i don’t leave the crib without my motherf-ckin’ burner
n-gg-s just throw out my name for fame
i swear this sh-t won’t be the same
p-ssy -ss n-gg- but stay in your lane
before you get changed, my n-gg-s don’t play…

[verse 2: king von]
‘member i was broke, i ain’t sell dope n-gg-
you was gettin’ your -ss poked
‘member she was startin’, she still a hoe n-gg-
i was all in her throat
‘member i was slidin’, y’all on the floor n-gg-
now your mans gettin’ smoked
cause y’all was lackin’, you ain’t no k!lla n-gg-
they just wanted you to tote, for real
i can show you the ropes for real
b-tch i was just broke for real
but that was the past this is the future
designer my coat and her heels, for real
and i’m in the field for real
and i shoot to k!ll for real
so it’s real when i catch you
for sure imma stretch ya, cause i know they n-gg-s gon’ tell
can’t get no more time to jail
they on me they takin’ my bail
but i’m still a man in jail
cause i be whoopin’ -ss for real
if she want it i get it
my pants be fitted so money can’t fit in my jeans
i was broke for too long
i finally came home, now money be fallin’ off trees
e-dogg rollin’ tooka and leaves
my hoes be sad when i leave
the opps be dead on the scene
lebron james for the three

- ybg lo lyrics

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