The Grouch - Struggle Baby lyrics

[The Grouch] Wha-what? Wha-what? It's a struggle, in life {"in my life"} My life, and yours too {"in my life} It's just a struggle baby, things will all work out Words my mother told me and they were true, no doubt I've had a lot of pain, but I can withstand more I've got too much to gain, I've got to live and explore I've got to give and endure, not getting when I'm not hitting It was written that I would always would though, know I should so I'm by myself, I try my best, how's that look? Me deny myself, opportunity? Oh no I'm gonna see them chips, be on them trips Make my dearest wish come true, be unto bigger things I'm getting sick of things falling, so I'm all in To my business, my music, what is this? I use it To propel, and oh well, you don't like my tempo? You don't like my simple styles nor my instrumentals? I'll have you know I'm the pro here, you can go near The record store and check for more, I don't give a f** Fat beats ain't living what I know to be correct What I show to be respect for this art form Bar swarming bundles, it stumble in and out the game Shout the name then disappear like no-ones, but I'll remain and I'll retain Quality by giving all of me consistently Listen we bring the noise, we sting with boys My boys, we done some sh** y'all, stuff I know that if all The world could see, they wouldn't believe it, couldn't conceive it Leave it to a label to f** it up But if I do it all myself, it's just not enough I got a tough situation at hand, debating like "Man What's the next move?" That's the test [Hook] It's just a struggle baby {"in my life"} It's just a struggle mistress {"in my life"} It's just a struggle homie {"in my life"} It's just a struggle sister {"in my life"} [The Grouch] Today was just another day, it didn't go all wrong I got to stressing out and couldn't make my song They wouldn't write my check, I had to check them fools Use my tools up stairs, not disrespecting fools And f** the rules of the game, I'm tryna get my name out {?} can't take when it came out, she tried to diss But she can't diss my sh**, fools ain't f**ing with this I think my underground scene is on New York's dick And that's from here to there, West, North to South I watch that sh** for years and don't know what it's about I persevere through the punishment thinking about how we done this sh** Landed up in Europe with twenty and seen plenty And if any tried to clown, they did so when we wasn't around Town, inspiration through the nation grew the hating And who's relating? Fools ain't facing what I hasten Adjacent to a vacant space and time, and so I climb And it's not sublime, I drop the dime and it serves as a reminder I've see them coming often, and some may have one-liners who's finer I treat my love like a designer, thorough as hell to make it swell Swole', we roll dice daily never knowing End of life maybe the outcome, I'm showing How I deal with my struggle, turn to bubble Even if my hustle isn't paying like your hustle [Hook] It's just a struggle baby {"in my life"} It's just a struggle brother {"in my life"} It's just a struggle lady {"in my life"} It's just a struggle mother {"in my life"}