Struggle

Life ain't been no walk through the park, where do I start?

Young nigga selling rock and robbin', just not to starve

He never paid attention in school, can't get a job

Plus he confused, most of his partners behind bars, he turned to God

Asking Him why he was dealt these cards, he feeling odd

His blood is cold, his heart's scarred but he's a street nigga

He got a pistol, he gon' eat nigga

He give a fuck about a bitch or a weak nigga and that's real

And if that ain't real then tell me what it is

My cousin, 19, they gave his ass 20 years

My nigga Larry died and I'm still shedding tears

But I salute him cause he kept it real

But there's a lot of fakes

Backstabbing ass hoes and snakes

They turn on their people for a little piece of cake

And when you make it to the top, these fuck niggas hate

But I'm okay cause I know one day

That I'ma leave and they gon' know that I was 100