| Oh my God, it’s been hard
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| But they keep on telling me to keep going but I already know
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| That the struggle is forever and I ain’t gonna be the one to stop it
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| So I don’t want to be the one chose
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| And every day, I wanna pray
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| And ask God to take me away from it all
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| But the streets have gotten me and ain’t letting me go
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| So I gotta keep on
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| This for my niggas on parole and outta jail
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| My lil homie got a body, million dollar bail
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| They trynna say my homie talked, he the one they sell
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| Soprano life, familiar, you can see and tell
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| This for black single mothers who made it from nothing
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| You know, personally, cause we was all raised by a woman
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| Stick a wooden gun, that was my first lick
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| A rap cassette tape, that was my first brick
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| I have my whole team eating on a first flip
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| I let niggas get to close, that was my first slip
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| If you trust the lawyer, good, cause you paying
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| I took the love and gave it, thanks to the fans for praying
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| They hit the crib, I flushed the work and had to punch a lain
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| I knew I was made for this the day I wore a chain
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| The hood love me when I pull up on wheels of pain
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| But I don’t know now, all the talk made me a saint
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| Oh my God, it’s been hard
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| But they keep on telling me to keep going but I already know
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| That the struggle is forever and I ain’t gonna be the one to stop it
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| So I don’t want to be the one chose
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| And every day, I wanna pray
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| And ask God to take me away from it all
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| But the streets have gotten me and ain’t letting me go
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| So I gotta keep on
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| The funerals costing fabrics, undercover ratchets
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| Catch a ride to church, cause there was traffic
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| The hood ate it up, and we sent a package
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| My time cost money for real so I ain’t got time for fuckin rappers
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| Most of ma niggas trigger happy, everyone’s a savage
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| Better get your aim on point and pray they are the fastest
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| This TEC shooting hot, you ain’t wanna catch it
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| I clap it off, to pass it off, man just imagine
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| Lets establish, my hunger matches
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| Drink the Henny out the bottle, spill it on my jeans
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| I knew cops hiding jewels behind their gems
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| I had to get it back together, cancel all my plans
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| Yeah, but I ain’t broke and I ain’t dead, my kids feed
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| Let’s keep it that way
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| Oh my God, it’s been hard
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| But they keep on telling me to keep going but I already know
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| That the struggle is forever and I ain’t gonna be the one to stop it
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| So I don’t want to be the one chose
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| And every day, I wanna pray
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| And ask God to take me away from it all
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| But the streets have gotten me and ain’t letting me go
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| So I gotta keep on |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Struggle , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album My First Brick, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп