No Struggle No Progress Lyrics - Unlv

{tec-9} 

I don't like to dream about gettin' paid 

No time for slippin' no time to get laid 

Got to get mine, get it with the tec-9 

Nigga's on the come up, come up, come up 

Ya see, time's ain't gettin' no better my momma 

Want to take on another job, but I won't let her 

Raised up without my daddy 'cause he left me in eighty four 

I was to hard for my momma to deal with me so i 

Slung all night, and slept all day 

Can't figure out, how I turned out that way 

Somebody come and help me, my foot is all ready in the grave 

What will it take for a nigga to get paid 

Wasn't born with no silver spoon in my mouth 

Without a doubt I'm strugglin' 

Fuck doin' bad, I'm drug smugglin' 

But never the less, I got to get my momma out of there 

I got a job, just to show her that I care 

The player hate'n gettin' bad but it's good 

These hoes is schemin' on me they up to no good 

Throwin' babies on me, reppin' on me 

Talkin' shit to they friend's, bitches think that I'm broke 

But I stack my end's, the money came quick, though it was a lil' dirty 

I put my money with tee and copped the whole birdie 

Slangin' that shit like it was hot when will it stop 

My pockets is gettin' fat, I'm obligated to live like that 

The dope game is kind of shady, go to do good for my 

Momma and my lady, why is time's so hard, I always ask my momma 

She told me, part of comin' up is to survive the drama 

I feel I was put o the test, I ain't about fallin' 

No struggle no progress I'm only about ballin' 

{yella boy} 

No struggle no progress when I struggle I can't progress 

To kickin' it, pushin' it and fightin' try'na come the fuckin' best 

But you don't hear me though, so I'm a let you know bout my blue 

Here we go again up that ladder, stuck in the middle see 

It's the gushy attitude, that makes me once o-n-e 

But some serious business shit known as the nine five 

Patrol on the scene it's it's the I can't let 'em slide 

Save up on some cash incas I got to make bail 

Is it a twig, go up to the window at the jail bail 

Nigga ain't about the k shut the fuck up or i'ma have to shot 

See I'm on the real, no grill no smile just play that third ward boo 

Now leave it or love it all the hoe shit i'ma above it 

'cause if it's a chase I crack yo face mother fuck it no struggle no progress 

{lil' ya} 

Comin' up you know a nigga struggle hard 

Slangin' rock's everyday in the third ward 

The game faded, but it didn't fade my way 

'cause I was to small, I had heart down from the start since 

The age of five, I was an artist, never took the easy way 

Always took the hardest, now I'm twenty one and I'm almost 

On my feet, can't get no job, I got six gold teeth 

What the fuck i'ma do, I'm almost twenty two 

Motherfuck them white folk's I'm a sign with the "u" 

Want some talent show's then we made a single 

Drop 6th and baronne then all them hoes wanted to mingle 

All on a nigga dick, try'na get a nigga end's 

Never was around when I didn't have no dividends 

Everything I do, I do it my best remember this sayin' 

No struggle no progress