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Lil Boosie
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My Struggle [Clean]
作词:Torence Hatch, B. Rome
Boosie Boo And I be like the best *** at this shit right now Word for word, life story for life story, 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 *** Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?
Got addicted to sellin' drugs, *** 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 *** and some artillery All the lil' *** got big ***, like Junior and Bleed All old *** 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 *** 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 *** tried to shortstop, we baller blocked *** Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly somethin' On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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 *** window, robbin' *** for ***
Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' *** goin' to Heaven 'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck *** up And I done lost a lotta ***, so my trust *** 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 ***, what they gon' say next?
Grandma died, Momma house, lemme talk to ya *** 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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