Boosie Badazz - My Struggle lyrics

Mixtape! Boosie Boo nigga
And I be like the best nigga
At this shit right now word for word
Life story for life story i'm the truth

It started off in the back yard, I'm that boy
Hate to lose
If I lose you can get blues, I'm that hard
Life scarred from a bad memory
Daddy love drugs
You can't take this from him, he loved us
Went from neighborhood jackas
To neighborhood stackas
I10 ridas, to I10 traffickas
Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP
Walking to school with a tool
Who gon' beef with me?
Got addicted to sellin' drugs
Marijuana and coke
Mama she washed her hands, and let me go
The rest you know
I ain't gotta explain, I been a mane
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 Bleek
All the old niggas showed us ropes
Like they picturin' me mane

You don't know my struggle
So you can't feel my hustle

The hard times, me and you getting blisted
Got a dime bag
But we couldn't buy the Philly
Walked into the weed dispenser
We was short on a special (mane)
So we got drunk, snatched purses
Mane it's whatever old niggas try to
Shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it
Got a big knot now I'm thuggin'
With a big ugly something on my waistline
Bouncin' through the South side
Back then it was straight gin, dickies
And cowhides you ain't from our side
We bustin' at you that's the rules
Used to be deep, now we down to just a few
Mane I'm talking bout them lonely nights
Me and my homie on the flight
Sneaking through hoes window
Robbin niggas for indo
Runnin' with nothing but hard heads
Like Fry thing and Kevin
Going to clubs reppin'
Hollerin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven"
Cause, I'm outchea
Look like my luck fucked up
And I done lost a lot of
Niggas so my trust fucked up mane

You don't know my struggle
So you can't feel out hustle

Sittin' nights
Need my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen
Keeping it gutta with my peoples
The thug life
Back to back catching misdemeanors
The drug life
Serving junkies in front the cleaners
The hospitals, nurses tryna lift up my spirit
My mama preachin'
But Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it
(Hard headed) you know they said I was dead
2 shots up in my head
Some say I OD'd off that X
What they gon' say next
Grandma died, mama house, let me talk to ya
Niggas hate, but I don't drive
By, I walk to ya, high school
4 deep in the Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna make
It to tomorrow when I borrowed, I gave back
When it was bill time, I made stacks
I10 to 150 I shake that
The baby mama-drama make me wanna holla
Plus I lost ass my ghetto role models
This my struggle mane