[Intro: Spoken] Mix Tape Boosie Boo nigga And I be like da best nigga at dis shit right naw Word for word Life story for life story Know Im da truth [Verse 1:] Started off in da backyard Im dat boy hate to lose If I lose you can get bluse Im dat hard Life started from a bad memory Daddy loved drugs Ya caint take dis from him He loved drugs Went from neighborhood jackas To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridas To I-10 trackas Imagine us in dat bottom on dat PCP Walkin to school wit dat tool Who wan beef wit me Got addicted to sellin drugs Marijuana and coke Mama she washed her hands And let me go And da rest you know I aint gotta explain I been a mane Since I went got ma own Now dey look at me grown Posted up behind da same-o On Wyoming St. Big sacks big gats And some artillery All da lil niggas got big niggas Like Junior and Blee And all da old niggas Showed us ropes Like Depicher and B [Chorus:] You don't know ma struggles (You dont know me mane) So you caint feel ma hustle (You don't know what I den been through) [x2] You don't know ma struggles (No) (Struggles) So you caint feel ma hustle (You don't know what I den been through) [x2] [Verse 2:] Da hard times Its me and u getting dissed Got a dime bag But we couldn't buy da feelin Walked in to da Weinaspenser Sharp on da special So we got drunk snatched purses Mane its whateva ole Niggas tried to shortstop We balla block fuck it Got a big knod now Im thuggin Wit a big ugly something n ma waistline Bouncin through da Southside Back den it was straight gin Dickies and cowhides Ya aint from outside we bussin at ya dats da rules Used to be deep Now we down to just a few Mane Im talking bout dem lonely nights Me and ma homie on da flight Sneakin through hoes windows Robbin niggas for endo Runnin wit nuthin but hardheads Like Fithang and Kevin Goin to clubs ready Hollerin “Fuck goin to Heaven” Cuz Im out here Look like ma luck fucked up And I den lost a lot of niggas So ma trust fucked up [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Sick nights Leave ma medicine and me needles All da boys met Keepin it gutta wit ma peoples Da thug life Backed up dat kitchen misdemeanors Da drug life Servin junkies in front da cleanas Da hospitals Nurses tryna lift up ma spirits Ma mama preachin But Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it You dey say I was dead 2 shots up in ma head Some say I OG'd out dat X What dey gon say next Grandma died mama house Lemme talk to ya Niggas hatin but I don't drive by I walk to ya high school 4 deep in da Monticarlo Dusted and disgusted Tryna make it till tomorrow When I borrow I gave back When it was bill time I made stacks 110 to 150 I shake dat Da baby mama drama Make me wanna holla Plus I lost all ma ghetto roll models Dis ma struggle mane
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro: Spoken] Mix Tape Boosie Boo nigga And I be like da best nigga at dis shit right naw Word for word Life story for life story Know Im da truth [Verse 1:] Started off in da backyard Im dat boy hate to lose If I lose you can get bluse Im dat hard Life started from a bad memory Daddy loved drugs Ya caint take dis from him He loved drugs Went from neighborhood jackas To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridas To I-10 trackas Imagine us in dat bottom on dat PCP Walkin to school wit dat tool Who wan beef wit me Got addicted to sellin drugs Marijuana and coke Mama she washed her hands And let me go And da rest you know I aint gotta explain I been a mane Since I went got ma own Now dey look at me grown Posted up behind da same-o On Wyoming St. Big sacks big gats And some artillery All da lil niggas got big niggas Like Junior and Blee And all da old niggas Showed us ropes Like Depicher and B [Chorus:] You don't know ma struggles (You dont know me mane) So you caint feel ma hustle (You don't know what I den been through) [x2] You don't know ma struggles (No) (Struggles) So you caint feel ma hustle (You don't know what I den been through) [x2] [Verse 2:] Da hard times Its me and u getting dissed Got a dime bag But we couldn't buy da feelin Walked in to da Weinaspenser Sharp on da special So we got drunk snatched purses Mane its whateva ole Niggas tried to shortstop We balla block fuck it Got a big knod now Im thuggin Wit a big ugly something n ma waistline Bouncin through da Southside Back den it was straight gin Dickies and cowhides Ya aint from outside we bussin at ya dats da rules Used to be deep Now we down to just a few Mane Im talking bout dem lonely nights Me and ma homie on da flight Sneakin through hoes windows Robbin niggas for endo Runnin wit nuthin but hardheads Like Fithang and Kevin Goin to clubs ready Hollerin “Fuck goin to Heaven” Cuz Im out here Look like ma luck fucked up And I den lost a lot of niggas So ma trust fucked up [Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Sick nights Leave ma medicine and me needles All da boys met Keepin it gutta wit ma peoples Da thug life Backed up dat kitchen misdemeanors Da drug life Servin junkies in front da cleanas Da hospitals Nurses tryna lift up ma spirits Ma mama preachin But Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it You dey say I was dead 2 shots up in ma head Some say I OG'd out dat X What dey gon say next Grandma died mama house Lemme talk to ya Niggas hatin but I don't drive by I walk to ya high school 4 deep in da Monticarlo Dusted and disgusted Tryna make it till tomorrow When I borrow I gave back When it was bill time I made stacks 110 to 150 I shake dat Da baby mama drama Make me wanna holla Plus I lost all ma ghetto roll models Dis ma struggle mane
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