The 13th Struggle - RoBKTA & Firaga

Yea we doing this shit. Friday the 13th in this mother fucker, what's good man? Bust a mother fucker's head open with a lead pipe Rob a mother fucker at a red light Bitch, if you dead wrong then that means I'm dead, right? Shining like a light in the night full of fright Head full of lead Told that bitch put them meds in your Keds because them Feds be inspecting my bread Them docs be inspecting my head Told me there's nothing but cobwebs and lead I'm a psycho up under your bed Creeping and crawling I'm stalking the sleeping My target has weakened I'm seeking a carcass to sleep in, wearing its bones around my neck Hop in the deep end Heart never beating Scythe in my hand, bitch, I sow what I'm reaping Slaughter the sheep and I drain out the blood Fill up my cup, yeah I'm sipping the flood Tell ya bitch pick her lip up She look again then she getting fucked Ten feet of that sticky stick Riding round with my new bitch It's that mystic prince on that Triple 6 Sitting back with my crucifix Put that hoe face in a pillow, I'm that scarecrow in your window Ain't no witness in the dark Body parts and eating hearts Robbers, killers, cocaine dealers Leave these fuck boys shaking looking in the face of Satan Sold my soul, fuck the cost Robbing these bitches and making my riches Bitch, I swallow crucifixes, Ahhh! Damn son, where'd ya find this?

Struggle's real So real 5 a.m. comes early, jacking Folgers in his cup He wakes her up and lays her clothes out and packs her lunch Got to rush to catch the school bus Ponytails and toothbrush Sometimes it seems it's too much He waves goodbye, then he sighs 12-hour days and barely getting by Her mama working third shift and he hopes she ain't back getting high On a slippery slope slowly slip into a pit Hanging off her dear life, losing grip but he refused to quit I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I know the struggle is real She's almost 40 and still dancing on that brass pole Customers are disrespectful, manager's an asshole Her greater goals overshadow all the sorrows 5 a.m. will take forever, few more minutes 'til tomorrow Not enough dollars in her garter for their house of dreams Run into the dressing room, slams the door and starts to scream Where she wants to be in life is still a distant image At her wit's end, still is infinite, story hasn't ended I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I know the struggle is real He walks outside and throws his tools into his pickup truck Looks up and smiles, see her Altima is pulling up Her weight is lifted, her door's open, and he knows she's sober He grabs the holder, she finds comfort underneath his shoulder As they embrace, all of their worries are erased Because together they can face all the obstacles in place Pulls out of the holler to go make an honest dollar Paid dues won't lose, smile through the blues of blue collar I see the look in your eyes and I know how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I see the look in your eyes and I know just how you feel Work your fingers to the bone just to cover the bills You wanna leave that single white trailer in the hollow for a house up on the hill You don't care how they feel 'Cause the struggle is real I know the struggle is real