No more struggling like a widow
I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise
If you keep struggling, i might start juggling with your life,
Broke rappers struggling to get through
You good man, we don't want you
I'm blessed with sunlight caressed by night life
Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive
And i'm just struggling to adjust
Still they wonder how i seem so confident
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
We complain with sobbing, struggling to arrange the options we aim to choose
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