Songtexte Struggle Story - Gflee

Niggas try to judge me
Don't know what I been thru
Shit was lookin ugly
I rap what I been thru
They not really fa me
So I keep a pistol
I came up in poverty
I was in that system
Momma told me suck it up
Boa just be a man about it
Life dealt me a shitty hand
But I had to play around it
Hopped right out that minivan
Niggas sendin shells around it
We was stealing hotdogs
Couldn't feed the fam wit out it

Watchu know bout
Bein a ward of the state
Social worker snatch Yu outcho crib cus it ain't safe
I dun starved a lot of times missed a lot of plates
Sleeping on that hardwood floor inside the basement
They like
Flee what's struggle story
I was in that mental institution no one came for me
Tried to say skitzafrenic
Cus I ain't lie for em
And I use to get beat
Cus I ain't lie on em
Wanted me to say my pops molested me and Sye for em
Thought that shit sweet asl Like I'm gone switch sides on em
Eunice you lil dirty mothafucka
(Fucka)
You and my mother
(Mother)
How you have a baby then go tell em you don't love em
Gave us to the state cus yo new husband didn't want us
Missed all of our bdays and for Christmas you ain't show up
Malik don't even know when he see you that shit fucked up
Malik ain't never seen you after 3 and that shit fucked up
So please don't lecture me bout bein a dad
I know how to parent cus I base it off my past
Basically I'm sayin be the opposite of you
Ain't got no built up anger I'm just trynna tell the truth
Forreal
Lot of shit we did my pops don't really know fr
We was really in nem wars we lost some homies bout it
And if mymu really mine then I'm a man about it
I ain't trynna hear no lectures or advice about it
I know Stella ain't gone want me after hearing this
I still love her but can't diss my kids for my bitch
No disrespect cus that my bitch Yk the love is real
Even still I hope you stay wit me when shit get real
And if you don't I understand
Loss so many times that Yu deserve yourself a win
I never did anything outta spite
I ain't have no self control demons I was fighting
And the stress dun took a toll on my mind and body
I got insomnia
Not worry bout no niggas
All these niggas is some followers
Old gang switched up now we on some different shit
Lotta niggas clicked up
I still rep the same shit
On child support fo 1 of mine
It might be 2 of em
They family did me real dirty might be really threw with em
I stay blicked up waiting on the opposition
Game in a choke hold shout out to the competition

Niggas try to judge me
Don't know what I been thru
Shit was lookin ugly
I rap what I been thru
They not really fa me
So I keep a pistol
I came up in poverty
I was in that system
Momma told me suck it up
Boa just be a man about it
Life dealt me a shitty hand
But I had to play around it
Hopped right out that minivan
Niggas sendin shells around it
We was stealing hotdogs
Couldn't feed the fam wit out it