Boosie BadAzz - My Struggle lyrics

[Intro] Mixtape! Boosie Boo n***a And I be like the best n***a at this sh** right now Word for word Life story for life story I'm the truth [Verse 1] It started off in the back yard, I'm that boy Hate to lose If I lose you can get blues, I'm that hard Life scarred from a bad memory, Daddy love d** You can't take this from him, he loved girls Went from neighborhood jackas To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridas, to I-10 traffickas Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP Walking to school with a tool, who gon' beef with me? Got addicted to sellin' d**, marijuana and coke Mama she washed her hands, and let me go The rest you know I ain't gotta explain, I been a mane 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' n***as got big n***as, like Junior and Bleek All the old n***as showed us ropes, like they picturin' me Mane [Hook x3] You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle [Verse 2] The hard times, me and you getting blisted Got a dime bag, but we couldn't buy the Philly Walked into the weed dispenser, we was short on a special (mane) So we got drunk, snatched purses, mane it's whatever Old n***as try to shortstop, we ballerblocked, f** it Got a big knot now I'm thuggin' With a big ugly something on my waistline Bouncin' through the South side Back then it was straight gin, dickies, and cowhides You ain't from our side, we bustin' at you that's the rules Used to be deep, now we down to just a few Mane I'm talking bout them lonely nights Me and my homie on the flight Sneaking through hoes window, robbin n***as for indo Runnin' with nothing but hard heads like Fry thing and Kevin Going to clubs reppin', hollerin' "f** goin' to Heaven" Cause I'm outchea Look like my luck f**ed up And I done lost a lot of n***as so my trust f**ed up Mane [Hook x3] You don't know my struggle, so you can't feel out hustle [Verse 3] Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles All the bondsmen, keeping it gutta with my peoples The thug life, back to back catching misdemeanors The drug life, serving junkies in front the cleaners The hospitals, nurses tryna lift up my spirit My mama preachin', but Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it (Hard-headed) You know they said I was dead, 2 shots up in my head Some say I OD'd off that X, what they gon' say next Grandma died, mama house, let me talk to ya n***as hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya, high school 4 deep in the Monte Carlo Dusted and disgusted tryna make it to tomorrow When I borrowed, I gave back When it was bill time, I made stacks I-10 to 150 I shake that The baby-mama-drama make me wanna holla Plus I lost a** my ghetto role models, this my struggle mane