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Lil Boosie - You Dont Know My Struggle

Piesa Lil Boosie You Dont Know My Struggle face parte de pe albumul Bad Azz Mixtape , lansat in anul 2006 la casa de discuri Trill Entertainment .

Versuri Lil Boosie - You Dont Know My Struggle



Boosie Boo, nigga 
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now 
Word for word, life story for life story 
You know 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 thugs 
 
Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers 
I-10 riders to I-10 traffickers 
Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP 
Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit 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 man 
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 Bleed 
All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin' beef 
 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
 
Hard times, me and you gettin' blissed 
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the Philly 
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special 
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's whatever 
 
Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it 
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit 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 
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the flight 
Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo 
 
Runnin' wit 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, man 
 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle 
 
Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles 
All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my peoples 
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 
You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head 
Some say I O.D.'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, 4 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, man


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