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I'm having rob-a-nigga thoughts, like the Horseshoe Got all the tools in my box I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen Cause faggots reppin' that, like I'm the wrong nigga to pass the torch to Momma stressing cause her rent's due Can't borrow money from none of the homies, them niggas in a pitch too My co-connect, he got pinched too Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank, the shit I been thru Refridgerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' to incubate for If a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly Spray the 3-80 till bullets penetrate his kidney Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub Loaded on drugs - like I was imitating Whitney Talk to god, just pray that he forgive me and sleep Depressed, I been stressed Awaited the world on my chest, like a bitch pressing a planet I get dressed On a one man mission, hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission My hand's itchin', yeah I'm past bitching and complaining And ain't trying to land in nobody's damn prison But I gotta take a chance - Man listen My pops was a magician, like David Blaine mixed with a mime He disappeared, didn't say a thing Nigga bounced out, out to Houdson or Kansas Now I gotta find out where this fuck nigga pants is Man of the house, throw on his trousers Letras de cancionesNothing like a child in them pedophile browsers But still a child lost his innocence and a frown live where the smile did Snatch purses and rap verses, I was a wild kid Fast forward to this gun in your face Mouth covered in tape I want what's in your safe I want you to resist So I can take all my anger out on somebody who ain't got nuttin' to do with this shit Lord! You don't know about the struggles in this bitch Late at night, stomach growlin' While you cuddle with your bitch And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich But I rather have something (Cause having nothing is a bitch Lord!) La La La La La You don't know about the struggles in this bitch (Lord!) La La La La La You don't know about the struggles in this bitch (Lord!) God bless the child that got his own blessing I ain't got nothin', I wonder what God bless me I ain't being rich will get me stress free But I rather see what that do while I'm on my jetsky Yeah, right, I'm hungry er'night But I never smile, got my poker face air tight Down on my knees, accidentally use a profanity I can't even say a prayer right, I just wanna pray at nights I just wanna wear white T and keep my hair tight I just want a fair fight I just want a fair life Is that too much to ask for? Tell me, is that too much to ask for? You don't know about the struggles in this bitch Late at night, stomach growlin' While you cuddle with your bitch And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich But I rather have something (Cause having nothing is a bitch Lord!) From Letras Mania