Artist: Nely Jax Album: Hot Biscuits Song: Strive Typed by: Tc Williams [Verse 1: Nely Jax] My watch game so necessary My shoe game so necessary I don't brag much but it's safe to say, its been a nigga month like February Sip the Hennessy and become legendary All of lives problems become secondary Im a alcoholic and a work-o-holic Granny sold drugs, its hereditary An I'd die for this Ramen noodles every night what kinda life is this? My moms is tired of driving that 1996 I need money worse than them dying kids Selfish thinking, but hunger makes you emotionless Be scrolling through my IG, looking at all the flexing Wondering how I stroke the hoes they spending their whole check on You ain't really on homie you ain't got to lie Don't no one respect your grind Especially if you don't get that ass up and strive [Chorus: Nely Jax] All day I dream about it, I think about it I sing about it, I cling around it, I scheme around it I live for it, I die for it, Its no me with out it I can't be without it Young nigga strive for that paper [Verse 2: Nely Jax] It take a ill nigga just to live my life On point all the time like Phife Elevator to the top left niggas and it don't feel right like Janay Rice What we running to? The top spot, A hot block, The Great life? Niggas say it take one hit for you to stop rushing like Ray Rice I don't think light, envisioning more Trying to get mama up out that accord Be on that block like Dikembe no scoring Was poor an at twenty I seen my first foreign Wish Sandwich just to get mannish Mama didn't plan it she just got us out Gun shots over jump shots (BLAT BLAT BLAT BLAT) We just block them out Thats why I don't sleep by windows And my mind stay on ten toes And my grind never been slow cause I broke before kinfolk And I strive [Chorus: Nely Jax] All day I dream about it, I think about it I sing about it, I cling around it, I scheme around it I live for it, I die for it, Its no me with out it I can't be without it Young nigga strive for that paper [Verse 3: Nely Jax] Recognize me when you see me I stoke a thirsty bitch and her friend "Helga and Phoebe" Look, a nigga spit I'm in that lab hard as Dexter and Dee Dee Teaching these niggas something new every year Mr. Feeny Nigga pull up on me, all this mula on me Like I bust down a key, boy I got my own steeze Boy I'm blessed as a sneeze Give a fuck what you think All in my face, talking bout' you getting cake Honestly I can't relate Cause my niggas grinding while you falsify what you make And we ain't got time for the fake We trying to strive [Chorus: Nely Jax] All day I dream about it, I think about it I sing about it, I cling around it, I scheme around it I live for it, I die for it, Its no me with out it I can't be without it Young nigga strive for that paper