Benny the Butcher, Bentlee - My Struggle lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Benny the Butcher, Bentlee - My Struggle lyrics]
Oh my God, it's been hard
But they keep on telling me to
Keep going but I already know
That the struggle is forever and I ain't
Gonna be the one to stop it
So I don't want to be the one chose
And every day, I wanna pray
And ask God to take me away from it all
But the streets have gotten me
And ain't letting me go so I gotta keep on
This for my niggas on parole and outta jail
My lil homie got a body, million dollar bail
They trynna say my homie talked
He the one they sell
Soprano life, familiar, you can see and tell
This for black single mothers who
Made it from nothing you know, personally
Cause we was all raised by a woman
Stick a wooden gun, that was my first lick
A rap cassette tape, that was my first brick
I have my whole team eating on a first flip
I let niggas get to close
That was my first slip
If you trust the lawyer, good
Cause you paying
I took the love and gave it
Thanks to the fans for praying
They hit the crib
I flushed the work and had to punch a lain
I knew I was made for this
The day I wore a chain
The hood love me when I pull
Up on wheels of pain but I don't know now
All the talk made me a saint
Oh my God, it's been hard
But they keep on telling me to
Keep going but I already know
That the struggle is forever and I ain't
Gonna be the one to stop it
So I don't want to be the one chose
And every day, I wanna pray
And ask God to take me away from it all
But the streets have gotten me
And ain't letting me go so I gotta keep on
The funerals costing fabrics
Undercover ratchets catch a ride to church
Cause there was traffic
The hood ate it up, and we sent a package
My time cost money for real so I
Ain't got time for fuckin rappers
Most of ma niggas trigger happy
Everyone's a savage
Better get your aim on point and
Pray they are the fastest
This TEC shooting hot
You ain't wanna catch it
I clap it off, to pass it off
Man just imagine
Lets establish, my hunger matches
Drink the Henny out the bottle
Spill it on my jeans
I knew cops hiding jewels behind their gems
I had to get it back together
Cancel all my plans
Yeah, but I ain't broke and I ain't dead
My kids feed let's keep it that way
Oh my God, it's been hard
But they keep on telling me to
Keep going but I already know
That the struggle is forever and I ain't
Gonna be the one to stop it
So I don't want to be the one chose
And every day, I wanna pray
And ask God to take me away from it all
But the streets have gotten me
And ain't letting me go so I gotta keep on
But they keep on telling me to
Keep going but I already know
That the struggle is forever and I ain't
Gonna be the one to stop it
So I don't want to be the one chose
And every day, I wanna pray
And ask God to take me away from it all
But the streets have gotten me
And ain't letting me go so I gotta keep on
This for my niggas on parole and outta jail
My lil homie got a body, million dollar bail
They trynna say my homie talked
He the one they sell
Soprano life, familiar, you can see and tell
This for black single mothers who
Made it from nothing you know, personally
Cause we was all raised by a woman
Stick a wooden gun, that was my first lick
A rap cassette tape, that was my first brick
I have my whole team eating on a first flip
I let niggas get to close
That was my first slip
If you trust the lawyer, good
Cause you paying
I took the love and gave it
Thanks to the fans for praying
They hit the crib
I flushed the work and had to punch a lain
I knew I was made for this
The day I wore a chain
The hood love me when I pull
Up on wheels of pain but I don't know now
All the talk made me a saint
Oh my God, it's been hard
But they keep on telling me to
Keep going but I already know
That the struggle is forever and I ain't
Gonna be the one to stop it
So I don't want to be the one chose
And every day, I wanna pray
And ask God to take me away from it all
But the streets have gotten me
And ain't letting me go so I gotta keep on
The funerals costing fabrics
Undercover ratchets catch a ride to church
Cause there was traffic
The hood ate it up, and we sent a package
My time cost money for real so I
Ain't got time for fuckin rappers
Most of ma niggas trigger happy
Everyone's a savage
Better get your aim on point and
Pray they are the fastest
This TEC shooting hot
You ain't wanna catch it
I clap it off, to pass it off
Man just imagine
Lets establish, my hunger matches
Drink the Henny out the bottle
Spill it on my jeans
I knew cops hiding jewels behind their gems
I had to get it back together
Cancel all my plans
Yeah, but I ain't broke and I ain't dead
My kids feed let's keep it that way
Oh my God, it's been hard
But they keep on telling me to
Keep going but I already know
That the struggle is forever and I ain't
Gonna be the one to stop it
So I don't want to be the one chose
And every day, I wanna pray
And ask God to take me away from it all
But the streets have gotten me
And ain't letting me go so I gotta keep on