No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,
Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs
Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,
While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad
And hope i don't need good drugs to relax,
I hate rap like kramer hate blacks
For being jealous of a brother when he rides
Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,
While half my mental belongs in a cage
Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change
I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife
But let me thank destiny i'm still alive
Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs
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