Gon’ Be lyrics

[Intro: Deniro Farrar]
(Sick and tired of strugglin') Yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah)

[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Sick and tired of strugglin'
On the corner hustlin'
Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man)
Baby mama cussin' me (Yeah)
These record labels f*ckin' me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)
And I'm sick and tired of strugglin' (Sick and tired)
On the corner hustlin' (On the corner hustlin')
Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man)
Baby mama cussin' me
These record labels f*ckin' me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (Yeah, but it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (Yeah, what it's gon' be)

[Verse 1: Deniro Farrar]
But I just keep truckin' it, I done fell in love with it
Pistol off safety, play wit' me and I'm bustin' it
Burned so many times now I'm strugglin' to trust
These b*tches wanna f*ck, now I'm strugglin' with lust
Askin' God, "Is there a heaven for a n*gga like us?"
Or better yet, me, but I don't wanna die just to see
Couple n*ggas changed up that was ridin' wit' me
Peeped everything, I might not say nothin', but I see
Four years straight, I was signed to a major
They ain't do sh*t for me, the lessons I learned later
Made me even greater, hustle harder and I'm grateful
Won't nobody give you sh*t and strings come with the favors
Milli' on the crib and it came with no neighbors
Me, my sons, and my guns, and a whole lot of acres
Nights on the block, serve fiends like a waiter
Takin' orders on the phone for n*ggas that want it catered
Root to all evil is the money, get yo evil up
Cold ass world, that's why I ridin' with my heater tucked
Yeah, uh
And it's gon' be what it's gon' be, yeah
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Sick and tired of strugglin'
On the corner hustlin'
Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man)
Baby mama cussin' me (Yeah)
These record labels f*ckin' me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)
And I'm sick and tired of strugglin' (Sick and tired)
On the corner hustlin' (On the corner hustlin')
Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man)
Baby mama cussin' me
These record labels f*ckin' me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)

[Verse 2: Lute]
n*ggas judge me, but don't know the half
n*ggas count me out, but can't do the math
Pull up on the west side, they like, "You the man"
I'm like, "Nah, I just had a plan"
sh*t, wouldn't be a real n*gga if I ain't like to see my n*ggas win
Couple n*ggas got the city on ten
Much respect, don't let the hate reflect the n*gga within
I'm still learnin', my wheels still turnin', foot on the gas
I ain't worried 'bout the sh*t in my past, the people I passed
My only concern is will it outlast?
Pay me in cash, free me at last, the whip never crashed
'Cause I'm in control, can't f*ck with the flow, I'm hot like a stove
The miles that I drove, got further to go
The sh*t that I wrote came straight from the soul, I'm fully exposed
I rose from the cracks, rappin' is wack, don't fall for the trap
Or the pat on the back, 'cause n*ggas be cap
f*ck all my stats, gain some respect
f*ck all my stats, n*gga, gain some respect
[Chorus: Deniro Farrar]
Sick and tired of strugglin'
On the corner hustlin'
Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man)
Baby mama cussin' me (Yeah)
These record labels f*ckin' me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)
And I'm sick and tired of strugglin' (Sick and tired)
On the corner hustlin' (On the corner hustlin')
Shoot outs and tusslin' (Man)
Baby mama cussin' me
These record labels f*ckin' me (Man)
Yeah, but it's gon' be (But it's gon' be)
What it's gon' be (What it's gon' be)

[Verse 3: Elevator Jay]
I remember tellin' mama I'm rappin' now
Plus I got the 808 slappin' down
But all she wanted for me was the cap and gown
"Don't get caught walkin' on the trappin' grounds"
But them streets callin' my name
"Jay, we need some sh*t to make the trunk go "bang""
It's gettin' tough to find like pure cocaine
And won't nobody there step in your lane
Pimp, I ain't no shrimp
So don't try me, like this my first time 'round the way
Promise I ain't new to the game
I spent a whole life being true to the game
And we don't do no fakin' for no cameras
We just out here makin' plays
It ain't worth a damn to me, I got a real big fam to feed
Cold and sick and tired of strugglin'