Correction Lyrics Le Struggle by Nessasary

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People say life is what u make it, but
I don't know I'm faded...
Only spit the real, I don't really know what fake is everybody say they greater, but I know that I'm the greatest-->
Homies call me Nessasary
But they don't know that I hate it
I just know who really f*cking wit me, so I don't say shit
No I'm not basic check the fleet be hatin'
Naw I ain't Meek, but it's dreams I'm chasing
When u see me in the streets better know that I made it
Know that I'm rated, next on the playlist..
Lookin for dat heat better tell the homie play this..
You know how many years that a nigga done waited?
You know how many bills that a nigga done skated?
Kicking down doors, hell no I ain't waiting
Going through storm ain't norm what I'm facing..
But don't really know how to say it...
Le Struggle

Kicking down doors, kicking down doors
Kicking down Doors hell new I ain't waiting, but I'm feeling like…
La-De Da Da, La-La De Da Da, La-La De Da, La-De Da, La-De Da Da
La-De Da Da, La-La De Da Da, La-La De Da, La-De Da, La-De Da Da

Same People lookin at me like I'm trippin
Entire family is missin', I'm on a mission, I gets it, for me & all my constituents
And all I ask is u listen, my people want me to visit, but all I want is to fix it, and all I want is my kids and these bitches be in my business
Bitches be in my business and I don't know what the deal is, but thats the shit I deal wit
On top of trynna make millions I
Swear these niggas don't get it
Trynna deal with my feelings, I'm keeping it on the low
You can keep it a secret, nobody else gon know
Keeping me on the go
Keeping away from niggas that's keeping me from my goals...
Keeping me on my toes
Pressing me for the feature, I iron you niggas flows, Keeping it on stove, the irony really blows
Make it so u can't stop it my pockets, no need for clockin' I got it should never doubt it I'm keeping em on swole

Keeping 'em on swole…
Make it so u can't stop it my pockets, no need for clockin' got it? Keeping 'em on swole…

Still feeling like...
La-De Da Da, La-La De Da Da, La-La De Da, La-De Da, La-De Da Da
La-De Da Da, La-La De Da Da, La-La De Da, La-De Da, La-De Da Da

And I'mma keep kickin these run-on sentences
Hoping to get them Benjamin's
Trynna get me some businesses
Trynna to support my kids n shit
Look at me bitch I'm gettin it
Labels just wasn't gettin it
Tables turned on you, didn't it?
Realist shit when I'm rippin' it
f*ck are y'all even listening?
Naw y'all must not be listening
Busy swallowing cinnamon
Busy following ignorance, stead of following milli-ons..
So tell the fakers good riddance
You Prolly catch me wit some bitches who can sang on the low
Or do they thang on the low
Prolly catch me in the hood with some niggas who bang on the low
It ain't a game, never know..
Tried to tell them haters I was commin, really they ain't wanna know now I tell 'em don't bang at the door, when I drop it's gon' bang like the 4th, Got the flame like a torch, f*ck round bring the flame to ya porch uh

f*ck round bring the flame to ya porch uh
f*ck round bring the flame to ya porch
Still feeling like...
La-De Da Da, La-La De Da Da, La-La De Da, La-De Da, La-De Da Da
La-De Da Da, La-La De Da Da, La-La De Da, La-De Da, La-De Da Da

Chant:
I can never drown if I learn to float, and I can move a crowd off some shit I wrote, From East to the Westside here I go
North side to the south side shit I'm dope

[Fade Off]
Life moving too fast gatta keep up
So scared I'mma crash but ready to put my feet up, thinking they can't defeat us, I would never retreat, but u ain't down with my team, get the f*ck from round me bruh, we leaders....
Shawty snap like fingers
Pop like Pringles
I'm a mess, why yes, and I'm fresh, best dressed like, best dressed like Ceasar....
Make way for the new bitch
Why yes I do this
Make way for the new bitch
Why yes I do this...

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