Songwriters: Rome, B.; Hatch, Torence;Boosie Boo, nigga  And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now  Word for word, life story for life story  You know I'm the truth    We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy  Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that hard  Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs  Can't take this from him, he loved thugs    Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers  I-10 riders to I-10 traffickers  Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP  Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?    Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke  Momma, she washed her hands and let me go  The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man  Since I went got my own, now they look at me grown    Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming street  Big sacks, big gats and some artillery  All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed  All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin' beef    You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle  You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle  You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle  You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle    Hard times, me and you gettin' blissed  Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the Philly  Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special  So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's whatever    Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it  Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly somethin'  On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside  Back then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides    You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, that?s the rules  Used to be deep, now we down to just a few  Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the flight  Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo    Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin  Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven  'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up  And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man    You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle  You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle  You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle  You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle    Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles  All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my peoples  The thug life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors  The drug life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners    The hospitals, nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit  My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo don?t wanna hear it  You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head  Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they gon' say next?    Grandma died, Momma house, lemme talk to ya  Niggas hate but I don?t drive-by, I walk to ya  High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo  Dusted and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow    When I borrowed, I gave back  When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that  The baby momma drama make me wanna holla  Plus I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man      ï¿½ TRILL PRODUCTIONS; BOOSIE BAD AZZ PUBLISHING LLC;    these lyrics are last corrected by Kayashia White