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MY STRUGGLE

Boosie Boo, nigga

And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now

Word for word, life story for life story

You know I'm the truth

We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy

Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that hard

Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs

Can't take this from him, he loved thugs

Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers

I-10 riders to I-10 traffickers

Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP

Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke

Momma, she washed her hands and let me go

The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man

Since I went got my own, now they look at me grown

Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming street

Big sacks, big gats and some artillery

All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed

All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin' beef

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Hard times, me and you gettin' blissed

Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the Philly

Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special

So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's whatever

Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it

Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly somethin'

On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside

Back then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, that’s the rules

Used to be deep, now we down to just a few

Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the flight

Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin

Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven

'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up

And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

You don’t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles

All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my peoples

The thug life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors

The drug life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners

The hospitals, nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit

My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo don’t wanna hear it

You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head

Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they gon' say next?

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme talk to ya

Niggas hate but I don’t drive-by, I walk to ya

High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo

Dusted and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow

When I borrowed, I gave back

When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that

The baby momma drama make me wanna holla

Plus I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man

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