Lil' Boosie - My Struggle Lyrics

[Intro: Spoken]
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Boosie Boo nigga
And I be like da best nigga at dis shit right now
Word for word
Life story for life story
Know I'm da truth

[Verse 1:]
Started off in da backyard
I'm dat boy hate to lose
If I lose you can get bruised
I'm dat hard
Life scarred from a bad memory
Daddy loved drugs
Ya can't take dis from him
He loved us
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 with a tool
Who wan beef with me
Got addicted to sellin drugs
Marijuana and coke
Mama she washed her hands
And let me go
Da rest you know
I ain't 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 don't 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
It's me and u getting blitzed
Got a dime bag
But we couldn't buy da philly
Walked in to da Weinaspenser
Sharp on da special
So we got drunk snatched purses
Mane it's whateva ole
Niggas tried to shortstop
We balla block f*ck it
Got a big knod now I'm thuggin
With a big ugly something n ma waistline
Bouncin through da Southside
Back den it was straight gin
Dickies and cowhides
Ya ain't from outside we
Bussin at ya dats da rules
Used to be deep
Now we down to just a few
Mane I'm talking bout dem lonely nights
Me and ma homie on da flight
Sneakin through hoes windows
Robbin niggas for endo
Runnin with nuthin but hardheads
Like Fithang and Kevin
Goin to clubs ready
Hollerin "F*ck goin to Heaven"
Cause I'm out here
Look like ma luck f*cked up
And I den lost a lot of niggas
So ma trust f*cked up

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
Sick nights
Leave ma medicine and me needles
All da boys met
Keepin it gutta with ma peoples
Da thug life
Back ta back catchin 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 kno dey say I was dead
2 shots up in ma head
Some say I OD'd off 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 Montecarlo
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