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Boosie Boo,
And I be like the best at this shit right now
for word, life story for life story
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 hard
Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy drugs
Can't take this him, he loved thugs

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

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

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

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

times, me and you gettin' blissed
Got a but we couldn't buy the Philly
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's

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

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

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

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

Sittin' nights, need my and my needles
All the keepin' it gutta wit my peoples
The thug life, back to back catchin'
The drug life, servin' junkies in front the

The hospitals, tryin' to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo dont wanna it
You they say I was dead, two shots up in my head
Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they gon' say

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme to ya
Niggas hate but I drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 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 momma drama make me holla
I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man