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

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

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 drugs, marijuana and coke
Momma, she washed her 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 street
Big sacks, big gats and some
All the niggas 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 know 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 feel my hustle

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme to ya
Niggas but I dont drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna it 'til tomorrow

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