My Struggle

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!