Struggle - OMB Peezy, Boosie Badazz

Huh, look

That boy Cassius

You don’t feel my struggle

So you don’t feel my hustle

You don’t know what I done been through

All the niggas I done tend to

All the shit that I got into

Made it hard for me to bubble, man

This shit for all the people I done lost, nigga, yeah

This for the ones that they forgot about, nigga

You in that struggle, I know it’s hard to make it out, nigga, but look

Keep on grinding, promise you gon' make it out, nigga (Look)

Baby, I’m gone

Tonight I ain’t comin' back home

Probably won’t answer my phone

Tried to divorce this street shit but I can’t leave her alone

This mic the bitch I vent to when I be feeling alone

But I can’t shake this cold feeling that the streets where I belong

What’s going on?

It seem like every night I can’t even sleep

Dropped in the rain, blinded by the pain, I can’t even see

A street preacher, call me Pastor P, I can’t even preach

Feel like I’m fasting, my mind blasting, I can’t even eat

Stuck in the war but look, I got a K on my shoulder

I used to say when I get older I’ma be that nigga

But I know some plans don’t go how they 'posed to

Can’t fuck with you

How you go down and tell on your soldiers?

Fuck the system

How you gon' judge us if you don’t know us?

Peezy

Don’t feel my struggle

So you don’t feel my hustle

You don’t know what I done been through

All the niggas I done tend to

All the shit that I got into

Made it hard for me to bubble, man

This shit for all the people I done lost, nigga, yeah

This for the ones that they forgot about, nigga

You in that struggle, I know it’s hard to make it out, nigga, but look

Keep on grinding, promise you gon' make it out, nigga (Boosie Badazz)

You don’t feel my struggle

Killers after me, police, they tryna capture me

This still my struggle

Nigga killed my brother

Now it’s casualties

Swinging, and bitch, we charged up like batteries

Just got a call from DNA Love (My nigga D)

They say they need me, I ain’t got it

Hope they ain’t mad when they see me

What you know 'bout beefin' with the next street

Y’all used to rock, now it’s beef

Choppers rockin' you to sleep, this Bible shit what I speak

My cuz showed me how to flip packs and cook cocaine

But I don’t blame none of them niggas, Boosie chose this lane

How did He let me make it when I used to curse the teacher?

He gave me money but gave me diabetes

Real niggas pray for me

You don’t feel my struggle

So you don’t feel my hustle

You don’t know what I done been through

All the niggas I done tend to

All the shit that I got into

Made it hard for me to bubble, man

This shit for all the people I done lost, nigga, yeah

This for the ones that they forgot about, nigga

You in that struggle, I know it’s hard to make it out, nigga, but look

Keep on grinding, promise you gon' make it out, nigga