Lil' Boosie - My Struggle Lyrics

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[Talkin']

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 mane I'm the truth...

[Verse 1]

We started off in the backyard I'm that boy

Hate to lose If I lose yo can get bruised

I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad

MemoryDaddy loved drugs Can't take this from

Him He loved girls. Went from neighborhood

JackasTo neighborhood stackas... I-10 ridazto

I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on

That PCPWalkin' to school wit a tool who

Gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'

Drugs marijuana and cokeMomma she washed

Her hands and let me go the Rest you know

I aint 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

StreetBig sacks big gats and some artillery.

All the lil niggas Got big niggas like Junior

And B. All old niggas showed us ropes like

They picturin'(?) me....

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[Chorus 4X]

U don't know my struggle

So you can't feel my hustle

[Verse 2:]

Hard times me and you getting' blisted...

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

Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to

Shortstop we ballerblocked fuck it. Got a

Big knotnow I'm thuggin'... wit a big ugly

Somethin'on my waistline bouncin' thru the

Southside... Back then it was straight gin

Dickies and cowhides. You aint 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

Thru hoes window Robbin' niggas for indo.

Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads like Fry

Thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin'

Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven" cause I'm out

Chea Look like my luck fucked up and I done

Lost a lotta Niggas so my trust fucked up

Mayne....

[Chorus (4X)]

[Verse 3:]

Sittin' nites need my medicine and my

Needles All the Bondsmen.... Keepin' it gutta

Wit 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 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 mayne....!!

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