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 © TRILL PRODUCTIONS; BOOSIE BAD AZZ PUBLISHING LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com