Slaughterhouse - Struggle lyrics

[Ad-Lib: Crooked I] Lord! [Verse 1: Crooked I] I'm having rob-a-n***a thoughts, like the Horseshoe Got all the tools in my box, I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen Cause f*ggots reppin' that, like I'm the wrong n***a to pa** the torch to Momma stressing cause her rent's due Can't borrow money from none of the homies, them n***as in a pitch, too My co-connect, he got pinched, too Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank, the sh** I been through (Lord!) Refrigerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' and incubatin' For if a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly Spray the .380 'till bullets penetrate his kidney Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub Loaded on d** like I was imitating Whitney Talk to god, just pray that he forgive me in sleep (Rest!) Depressed, I been stressin' And weight of the world on my chest, like I'm bench pressing the planet I get dressed On a one man mission - hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission My hands itching Yeah I'm past b**hing and complaining And I ain't trying to land in nobody's damn prison But I gotta take a chance - Man listen My pops was a magician, like David Blaine mixed with a mime He disappeared, didn't say a thing n***a bounced out, out to Hutchinson, Kansas Now I gotta find out where his f** n***a pants is Man of the house, throw on his trousers Nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers But still a child lost his innocence and a frown lived where the smile did Snatch purses and rap verses - I was a wild kid Fast forward to this gun in your face Mouth covered in tape, I want what's in your safe I want you to resist so I can take all my anger out On somebody who ain't got nuttin' to do with this sh** Lord! [Hook: Crooked I] You don't know about the struggles in this b**h Late at night, stomach growling While you cuddle with your b**h And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich But I rather have something Cause having nothing is a b**h (Lord!) [Post-Hook: Crooked I] La La La La La You don't know about the struggles in this b**h (Lord!) La La La La La You don't know about the struggles in this b**h (Lord!) [Verse 2: Crooked I] God bless the child that got his own, let's see I ain't got nothing, I wonder will God bless me? I ain't saying being rich will make me stress free But I rather see what that do while I'm on my jet skis Yeah right, I'm hungry err' night And I never smile, got my poker face air tight Down on my knees accidentally using profanity I can't even say a prayer right, I just want a pair of Nikes I just want to wear a white tee and keep my hair tight I just want a fair fight, I just want a fair life Is that too much to ask for? Tell me is that too much to ask for [Hook]