Testo My Struggle - Boosie Badazz
Testo della canzone My Struggle (Boosie Badazz), tratta dall'album Bad Azz
Boosie boo! Boosie boo, nigga!
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now
Word for word, life story for life story
Man, I'm 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 girls, went from neighborhood jackass
To neighborhood stackas
I-10 ridaz, to I-10 traffickas
Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP
Walkin' to school with a tool, who gon' beef with me
Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana, and coke
Momma, she washed her hands, and let me go
The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a Mayne
Since I went got my own, now they look at me grown
Posted up behind the CITGO, on Wyoming Street
Big sacks, big guts and some artillery
All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior And B
All old niggas showed us ropes, like they picturin' me
Ey, You don't know my struggle (you don't)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
You don't know my struggle (you don't know me)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
You don't know my struggle (no)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
You don't know my struggle (no)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
Hard times, me and you getting' blisted
Got a dime bag, but we couldn't buy the Philly
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, Mayne it's whatever
Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' with a big ugly somethin'
On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside
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
Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely nights
Me and my Homie on the flight
Sneakin' through hoes window, robbin' niggas for indo
Runnin' with nothin' but hard heads, like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to heaven
'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up
And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up
Mayne
You don't know my struggle (you don't)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
You don't know my struggle (you don't know me)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
You don't know my struggle (no)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
You don't know my struggle (no)
So you can't feel my hustle (you don't know what I had been through)
Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles
All the Bondsmen keepin' it gutta with my people
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 (hard head)
You know they say I was Dead, two shots up in my head
Some say I OD'd off that X, what they gon' say next?
Grandma died, momma house, lemme talk to ya
Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya
High School, four 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 Mayne!
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Writer(s): Joseph Rojas
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