Born in the struggle
Born in the struggle, food stamps came in the mail,learned how to hustle, from some niggas going to hell,made it my bubble, Poped it off til nothing's left,some they be a boss,I'm bout my bizzness, nothing else,and of you a witness,here a story you should tell. Young nigga was street,hard as crete,tough as nails, Motivated by heat,kept the fire burning well,so take it make it or sneek and hit the streets hard as hell,cant no cell can hold me,but the judge holding L’s, I know at least 3,Poped some niggas at the shell,I'm only fifteen whole life gone to hell
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Life's stuggles in poverty
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