Lil Boosie
My Struggle
[Intro: Spoken]
Mix Tape
Boosie Boo nigga
And I be like da best nigga at dis shit right naw
Word for word
Life story for life story
Know Im da truth
[Verse 1:]
Started off in da backyard
Im dat boy hate to lose
If I lose you can get bluse
Im dat hard
Life started from a bad memory Daddy loved drugs
Ya caint take dis from him
He loved drugs
Went from neighborhood jackas
To neighborhood stackas
I-10 ridas
To I-10 trackas
Imagine us in dat bottom on dat PCP Walkin to school wit dat tool
Who wan beef wit me
Got addicted to sellin drugs
Marijuana and coke
Letras de cancionesMama she washed her hands And let me go
And da rest you know I aint gotta explain
I been a mane
Since I went got ma own
Now dey look at me grown
Posted up behind da same-o
On Wyoming St.
Big sacks big gats
And some artillery
All da lil niggas got big niggas
Like Junior and Blee
And all da old niggas
Showed us ropes Like Depicher and B [Chorus:]
You don't know ma struggles
(You dont know me mane)
So you caint feel ma hustle
(You don't know what I den been through)
[x2]
You don't know ma struggles
(No) (Struggles)
So you caint feel ma hustle
(You don't know what I den been through)
[x2]
[Verse 2:]
Da hard times Its me and u getting dissed
Got a dime bag
But we couldn't buy da feelin
Walked in to da Weinaspenser
Sharp on da special
So we got drunk snatched purses
Mane its whateva ole
Niggas tried to shortstop
We balla block fuck it Got a big knod now Im thuggin
Wit a big ugly something n ma waistline
Bouncin through da Southside
Back den it was straight gin
Dickies and cowhides
Ya aint from outside we bussin at ya dats da rules
Used to be deep
Now we down to just a few
Mane Im talking bout dem lonely nights
Me and ma homie on da flight
Sneakin through hoes windows
Robbin niggas for endo
Runnin wit nuthin but hardheads
Like Fithang and Kevin
Goin to clubs ready
Hollerin Fuck goin to Heaven
Cuz Im out here
Look like ma luck fucked up
And I den lost a lot of niggas So ma trust fucked up [Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Sick nights
Leave ma medicine and me needles
All da boys met
Keepin it gutta wit ma peoples
Da thug life
Backed up dat kitchen misdemeanors
Da drug life
Servin junkies in front da cleanas
Da hospitals Nurses tryna lift up ma spirits
Ma mama preachin But Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it
You dey say I was dead 2 shots up in ma head
Some say I OG'd out dat X
What dey gon say next
Grandma died mama house Lemme talk to ya
Niggas hatin but I don't drive by
I walk to ya high school 4 deep in da Monticarlo
Dusted and disgusted Tryna make it till tomorrow
When I borrow I gave back
When it was bill time I made stacks
110 to 150 I shake dat
Da baby mama drama Make me wanna holla
Plus I lost all ma ghetto roll models
Dis ma struggle mane
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