Struggle Love

Hey, oh yeah

Do you remember (all of the hard times)

'Cause I remember so well

Let's play a little game

Let's wait until it's raining

And kick 'em all out like I'm Martin

Let's go to Chinese blow a few trees

Pitter-patter on the roof of your apartment

Let's put it to a flick, put your butt up on my dick

Bring your body real close we spooning

Put a towel on the floor, under the door

So you know that the neighbors don't know what we doing

Before the record deal, the full-course meals

The stages and fashion nights

Before we got fly, baby, you and I

It was four chicken wings and rice

And now we got more than we ever dreamed

If we got it all, that ain't the way it seems

If I could give it up, the richer I get

I really miss that struggle, love

Now ain't that love? (Love, love)

Ain't that love? (Love, love)

So much love (love)

Ain't that love? (Love, love)

Oh, oh (love)

Yeah

If I could give it up, the richer I get

I really miss that struggle, love (struggle, love)

Let's take it way back, like when I used to pack the strack

I used to put the stash on my sack

Remember cee-low and craps (hey crack, hey crack)

We were poor ghetto love (ghetto love)

Both tracking through the snow, 40 below

Stretching the dough, too young to know what we were doing

Running trails on the chicks (oh, yeah)

Remember switching lanes on the whips?

And now that I'm rich, life's a son of a bitch (son of a bitch)

Wish I could surely take it back (take it back)

Before the record deal, the full-course meals

The stages and fashion nights

Before we got fly, baby, you and I

It was four chicken wings and rice

And now we got more than we ever dreamed (we ever dreamed)

If we got it all, that ain't the way it seems

If I could give it up (give it up), the richer I get

I really miss that struggle, love

If that ain't love (love, love)

I don't know what love is

If that ain't love (love, love)

Love

If that ain't love (love, love)

If I could give it up, the richer I get

I really miss that struggle, love

If it wasn't for the streets, if it wasn't for the crimes

Oh, the struggle made me, oh girl

I want to plant a seed in you, baby we gonna

I never, never, never

I wanna two little girls and a couple of boys

A little bit of love bring you so much joy

Hold on love, home-grown love

Ditched up all your data on your phone kind of love

Champagne love, let's make love

Little panties scraped to the side kind of love

Nothing could defy kind of love

Hurtful of pride kind of love

Struggle for your love kind of love

Ain't that love? (Love, love)

So much love (love)

Ain't that love? (Love, love)

Oh, oh (love)

Yeah

If I could give it up, the richer I get

I really miss that struggle, love (struggle, love)