Letras
They don't know what it is to struggle
Build your ghetto position pulling muscle
When times get so rough, a storm watch you
Before you see the rainbow, keep it real and with your folks
Keep it real with your folks
You see the stress I'm going through
You niggas just couldn't handle it
I'm thinking it, life is deeper than real shit
They don't know what it's like
To see your back and your homie's brains peeled back
Slumped over in your lap
They don't know what it's like to see your moms shermed out
With a dick in her mouth as a child getting socked out
I got tired of that shit, the anger feeds
Keep picking at the scab and the shit gon' bleed
I got a mustard seed of hope inside, that's all it gon' take
What keeps me going is just a little faith
I guess blessings come in small packages
We send this kite out to the world, never fucking with snitches
They don't know what it is to struggle
Build your ghetto position pulling muscle
When times get so rough, a storm watch you
Before you see the rainbow, keep it real and with your folks
Keep it real with your folks
Inhale deep, chronic smoke and a cup of Cognac to cope
Man, my struggle ain't no joke, let me tell you 'bout my folks
Watched my pops shoot up dope and he taught me to rock up coke
Moms beat us to a pulp and plus some niggas got ghost
So I blowed 'til I choked and loved to pimp and sell dope
Street raised, straight loced, juvenile woe, lived to cope
I lived hustling for notes, all my life I've been broke
And I ain't coming up short, no, not no more, mayne
I done banged to stack change from the dope and pimp game
But it ain't all what it seems, did seven years and some change
No pain, no gain, now it's Tito, Al and cocaine
Still Mary Jane and Heine to the brain for the pain
They don't know what it is to struggle
Build your ghetto position pulling muscle
When times get so rough, a storm watch you
Before you see the rainbow, keep it real and with your folks