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The days of my life, the struggle |
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I'm going through |
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Cause times are too hard, but |
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I gotta make it through |
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The ghetto of my life, the struggle it ain't right |
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But I gotta move on, and strapped with my chrome |
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Cause I feel like they coming for me, but |
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I'ma keep holding on |
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A guerilla going out like a soldier, that's mobbing till it's over [Trae] |
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So many times |
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I'm ready to run the deal, |
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I can't cause it ain't in me |
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All the hatred people show us, what got me strapped down |
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With a semi-automatic, living drastic |
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So don't you get too close to me, cause |
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I might blast it |
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And paint another scenery, nigga this is what they made me |
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Live in your face, a bonified poverty strucken nigga out of place |
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That was praying to get a chance, but a chance wasn't given to me |
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The only thing |
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I was given was pain, that |
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I could spit over beats |
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So guerilla on his last leg, watching time fly by |
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Over and over and deep inside, forever wonder why |
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Trae never get no chance to be like |
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Mike, or to live like |
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Mike Or told, that |
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I'ma be alright |
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I have no life, and that's why |
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I be mobbing and bleeding blocks |
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Corner to corner, bended tinted up and away from cops |
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Grinding and hopefully, one day |
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I can live stress free |
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So everyday |
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I pray the |
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Lord, will come and bless me [Hook: Billy Cook] [Trae] |
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Got so many tears running down my face, when times got hard |
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And feel the pain deep inside, when my heart got scarred |
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And I know, that it ain't nothing that |
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I wanna be feeling |
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I've been praying for twelve years, and never seemed to be healing |
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That's why |
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I smile upside down, till then everybody move around |
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Cause I don't wanna click on everybody, why hatred holding me down |
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It's been hell living, it's |
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Trae I display nothing but hurt |
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Everything |
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I lived and |
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I seen, is what's sending me to the dirt |
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My first born on the way, will |
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I see it I can't say |
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My baby mama say |
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I'm zoning too much, and don't wanna stay |
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But it's ok |
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I made it through, and |
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I lost everyone else |
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The only thing that's in my life, that |
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I ain't missing is death |
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Cause everything |
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I loved got took away, and ain't coming back |
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The only thing |
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I got is me, and it's killing me that's a fact |
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But I'ma be alright, long as |
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I'm staying strong |
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Gotta play the cards |
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I was dealt, even though this world ain't my home [Hook: Billy Cook] [Trae] |
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So you wanna hate me now |
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Them niggaz, try to take me out |
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I ain't never did them, no wrong |
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These motherfuckers, better leave me alone |
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My life, is all |
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I have And |
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I don't care, |
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I'm in love with that |
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Deep down, |
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I know I really gotta be strong |
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And if they run up too quick, they gon meet my chrome |
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Because this world ain't promised to me |
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The life that |
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I'm living, is for the day |
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And the pain |
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I forever feel, is what got me running a stray |
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And I don't want much, but it never fell |
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I can't even get a piece of a piece of mind, without going through hell |
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Hard times is what |
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I bleed, a blessing is what |
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I need So |
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I can get over the struggle, and make it for my seed |
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These days on the line, and |
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I feel like |
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I'm next to leave |
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And I hope |
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I'm going to heaven, aside if |
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I believe [Hook: Billy Cook] [Billy Cook] |
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Yeeeah, the days of my liiiiiife |
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The struggle |
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I'm going through, feeeel meeeeee |
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Tell em Trae, when times get hard |
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We gotta keep our head up, and gotta move on through |
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Make it on through, the ghetto the ghetto of my life |
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The struggle, it ain't right |
