corrija a letra Letra Struggle por Omb Peezy

Featuring(s) : Boosie Badazz

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[OMB Peezy]
Huh, look
That boy Cassius

You don't feel my struggle
So you don't feel my hustle
You don't know what I done been through
All the niggas I done tend to
All the shit that I got into
Made it hard for me to bubble, man
This shit for all the people I done lost, nigga, yeah
This for the ones that they forgot about, nigga
You in that struggle, I know it's hard to make it out, nigga, but look
Keep on grinding, promise you gon' make it out, nigga (Look)

[OMB Peezy]
Baby, I'm gone
Tonight I ain't comin' back home
Probably won't answer my phone
Tried to divorce this street shit but I can't leave her alone
This mic the bitch I vent to when I be feeling alone
But I can't shake this cold feeling that the streets where I belong
What's going on? It seem like every night I can't even sleep
Dropped in the rain, blinded by the pain, I can't even see
A street preacher, call me Pastor P, I can't even preach
Feel like I'm fasting, my mind blasting, I can't even eat
Stuck in the war but look, I got a K on my shoulder
I used to say when I get older I'ma be that nigga
But I know some plans don't go how they 'posed to
Can't f*ck with you
How you go down and tell on your soldiers?
f*ck the system
How you gon' judge us if you don't know us?
Peezy

Don't feel my struggle
So you don't feel my hustle
You don't know what I done been through
All the niggas I done tend to
All the shit that I got into
Made it hard for me to bubble, man
This shit for all the people I done lost, nigga, yeah
This for the ones that they forgot about, nigga
You in that struggle, I know it's hard to make it out, nigga, but look
Keep on grinding, promise you gon' make it out, nigga (Boosie Badazz)

[Boosie Badazz]
You don't feel my struggle
Killers after me, police, they tryna capture me
This still my struggle
Nigga killed my brother
Now it's casualties
Swinging, and bitch, we charged up like batteries
Just got a call from DNA Love (My nigga D)
They say they need me, I ain't got it
Hope they ain't mad when they see me
What you know 'bout beefin' with the next street
Y'all used to rock, now it's beef
Choppers rockin' you to sleep, this Bible shit what I speak
My cuz showed me how to flip packs and cook cocaine
But I don't blame none of them niggas, Boosie chose this lane
How did He let me make it when I used to curse the teacher?
He gave me money but gave me diabetes
Real niggas pray for me

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