Struggle Da Preacher - Charlie Mike lyrics

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Struggle Da Preacher - Charlie Mike lyrics

[Voice]: Their sacrifice would be in vein If we do not realize what their sacrifice mean [Verse 1]: Charlie mike, yo Charlie Mike dawg, i don't wanna get smoked I see so many bodies in the hood lined in chalk Everytime they tried to rap they ended up broke And i don't wanna be another motherf**a who would just talk Many kids count on this rap game Coming up with silly rhymes, tryna getting paid so fast f** it! They game will break their lust Stop it! The game become Justin-like So let me ride and if you feel like riding with me We gotta get the money, getting money never been easy With money b**hes come and please y'all It's never free though I'm freezing your account cuz my ice is sick No, no never been scared of being alone My job is done better when i'm on my own Counting golds i know what's true and what's false It doesn't mean you're on top in your Royce My girls, my boys listen to this voice of these cold streets Look into these eyes fulla cold tears That's all about our cold living [Voice]: When you sign up to go in a military You sign up to give up to including your life For the president, for your country For your constitution under your oath [Verse 2]: I signed up for this rap game many years ago Call me a vet however you dunno my name, though I've been around, staying loyal to it I've seen many clowns who jumped on it then jumped off it You tough man? No! You just a piece of sh**, son Many motherf**ers like you came to change the game But getting paid in sake of oath you break Turns you wack, the game is wack You like a b**h on the rag Take your weapons down and never come back, never Stay with your mom and try to get clever I ain't diss now one, just take your spot, that's what i'm saying You can not be a soldier if you got no loyalty To what you holding down Fake kings with fake crowns Take'em off now and give'em to your moms, right You talk about me dawg, right? Everything in the game supposed to be right I don't mind'em b**hes but you know what Sometimes i got embara**ed to be called a rapper, man I ain't got no plan Everything in the motherf**ing game gotta be cleaned You know what i mean cuz you went soft f** your industry, i give my sh** to local stores Worldwide baby Yo, worldwide baby Yo, 9-7-3, worldwide baby SDP baby