Struggle

Lord!

I'm having rob-a-nigga thoughts, like the horseshoe

Got all the tools in my box

I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew

Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen

Cause faggots reppin' that, like

I'm the wrong nigga to pass the torch to

Momma stressing cause her rent's due

Can't borrow money from none

Of the homies, them niggas in a pitch, too

My co-connect, he got pinched, too

Andy dufresne escaping shawshank, the shit I been through (lord!)

Refridgerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' and incubating

For if a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly

Spray the 3-80 'till bullets penetrate his kidney

Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub

Loaded on drugs - like I was imitating whitney

Talk to God, just pray that he forgive me in sleep (rest!)

Depressed, I been stressed

And weighted the world on my chest

Like I'm bench-pressing a planet I get dressed

On a one man mission - hopped

In my bucket with a bad transmission

My hands itching

Yeah I'm past bitching and complaining

And ain't trying to land in nobody's damn prison

But I gotta take a chance - man listen

My pops was a magician, like david blaine mixed with a mime

He disappeared, didn't say a thing

Nigga bounced out, out to [?] in kansas

Now I gotta find out where this fuck nigga pants is

Man of the house, throw on his trousers

Nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers

But still a child lost his innocence 'n a frown live where the smile did

Snatch purses and rap verses - I was a wild kid

Fast forward to this gun in your face

Mouth covered in tape

I want what's in your safe

I want you to resist

So I can take all my anger out on somebody

Who ain't got nothin' to do with this shit lord!

You don't know about the struggles in this bitch

Late at night, stomach growling

While you cuddle with your bitch

And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich

But I rather have something

Cause having nothing is a bitch (lord!)

La la la la la

You don't know about the struggles in this bitch (lord!)

La la la la la

You don't know about the struggles in this bitch (lord!)

God bless the child that got his own, let's see

I ain't got nothing I wonder will God bless me

I ain't saying being rich 'll make me stress free

But I'd rather see what that do while I'm on my jet skis

(Yeah right, I'm hungry e'ry night, and I never smile

Got my poker face air tight)

Down on my knees accidentally using profanity

I can't even say a prayer right,

I just want a pair o' nikes

I just wanna wear a white tea and keep my hair tight

I just want a fair fight

I just want a fair life

Is that too much to ask for?

Tell me is that too much to ask for?

You don't know about the struggles in this bitch

Late at night, stomach growling

While you cuddle with your bitch

And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich

But I rather have something

Cause having nothing is a bitch (lord!)