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Boosie Boo,
And I be like the best nigga at this right now
Word for word, life story for life
You know I'm the

We started off in the backyard, I'm boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that
starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs
Can't take this from him, he loved

Went from jackers to neighborhood stackers
riders to I-10 traffickers
Imagine us in that bottom on PCP
to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?

Got addicted to drugs, marijuana and coke
Momma, she her hands and let me go
The rest you know, I gotta explain, I been a man
I went got my own, now they look at me grown

Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming
Big sacks, big gats and artillery
All the lil' got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed
All old niggas us ropes like they picturin' beef

You know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Hard times, me and you blissed
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, whatever

Old tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly
On my waistline, through the Southside
Back then, it was gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, the rules
to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the
Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for

Runnin' wit nothin' but heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck up
And I done a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man

You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You dont know my struggle, so you can't feel my
You dont know my struggle, so you feel my hustle
You dont my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

nights, need my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my
The thug life, to back catchin' misdemeanors
The life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners

The hospitals, nurses to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo dont hear it
You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my
Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they say next?

Grandma died, house, lemme talk to ya
Niggas hate but I dont drive-by, I to ya
school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted make it 'til tomorrow

When I borrowed, I back
it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that
The baby drama make me wanna holla
I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man