"Striving" lyrics
Yeah, it's Jay Rock
Watts' finest
Top Dawg Entertainment
Yeah, you know, it's real music like
When I say shit I just want you to feel me, you feel me?
Yeah, check it out
I'm just thinking back when my hood was going through it
Feds raided the bricks, surprised we was clueless
A lot of homies gone, niggas was close to us
When we hit them funks just know that we got shooters
Gangbanging was my life, hustling was my side thing
In the spot whippin' powder, homies sniffing the yoda
Wilding with choppers, grinding gotta do what we gotta
One time coming, flush it leaving no substance
When you get them dollars your competition is watching
Yeah you gotta watch it 'cause snitching now be so common
Niggas get jealous, even the ones you close to
That's just another bad leaf you need to cut loose
New friends was something I couldn't adjust to
My mama told me God is the one I should leave my trust to
It gets deep in these streets, please believe
Motherfucker, pussy, keep your eyes on your piece
In this life of mine, I'm trying to go far
In these streets you gotta grind, you gotta go hard
Keep your eyes on the prize and try not to fall
One thing a nigga know, we all striving to ball (Whoo Kid!)
Catch me working that wood wheel, she wanna holla
Wanna see how this hood feels, that's how it is
When you stacking them big faces, big money
That can have you in rare places like overseas
Or you can get locked up, you heard the first verse
Certain niggas you can't trust, bitch niggas
Catching feelings over bitches, used to be my homie
Now he plot to get my riches, didn't have a pot to piss in
Now I got a spot to live in, breaking bread at the table with the kin
I was able, never slacking, shit I'm mad at it like a crack addict
Paramedics, black gloves, black masks, AKs pop
Action if the drama come, let it come, let it come
Got goons ready to shoot, let them dump, let them dump
Yeah, it gets deep in these streets, please believe
Motherfucker, pussy, keep your eyes on your piece
In this life of mine, I'm trying to go far
In these streets you gotta grind, you gotta go hard
Keep your eyes on the prize and try not to fall
One thing a nigga know, we all striving to ball
Watts' finest
Top Dawg Entertainment
Yeah, you know, it's real music like
When I say shit I just want you to feel me, you feel me?
Yeah, check it out
I'm just thinking back when my hood was going through it
Feds raided the bricks, surprised we was clueless
A lot of homies gone, niggas was close to us
When we hit them funks just know that we got shooters
Gangbanging was my life, hustling was my side thing
In the spot whippin' powder, homies sniffing the yoda
Wilding with choppers, grinding gotta do what we gotta
One time coming, flush it leaving no substance
When you get them dollars your competition is watching
Yeah you gotta watch it 'cause snitching now be so common
Niggas get jealous, even the ones you close to
That's just another bad leaf you need to cut loose
New friends was something I couldn't adjust to
My mama told me God is the one I should leave my trust to
It gets deep in these streets, please believe
Motherfucker, pussy, keep your eyes on your piece
In this life of mine, I'm trying to go far
In these streets you gotta grind, you gotta go hard
Keep your eyes on the prize and try not to fall
One thing a nigga know, we all striving to ball (Whoo Kid!)
Catch me working that wood wheel, she wanna holla
Wanna see how this hood feels, that's how it is
When you stacking them big faces, big money
That can have you in rare places like overseas
Or you can get locked up, you heard the first verse
Certain niggas you can't trust, bitch niggas
Catching feelings over bitches, used to be my homie
Now he plot to get my riches, didn't have a pot to piss in
Now I got a spot to live in, breaking bread at the table with the kin
I was able, never slacking, shit I'm mad at it like a crack addict
Paramedics, black gloves, black masks, AKs pop
Action if the drama come, let it come, let it come
Got goons ready to shoot, let them dump, let them dump
Yeah, it gets deep in these streets, please believe
Motherfucker, pussy, keep your eyes on your piece
In this life of mine, I'm trying to go far
In these streets you gotta grind, you gotta go hard
Keep your eyes on the prize and try not to fall
One thing a nigga know, we all striving to ball
