Lil Boosie

Lil Boosie - My Struggle

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[Intro: Spoken]

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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

Mama 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


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)


You don't know ma struggles

(No) (Struggles)

So you caint feel ma hustle

(You don't know what I den been through)


[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


[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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