My Struggle

Lyrics

[Chorus: Bentlee] Oh my God, it's been hard But they keep on telling me to keep going but I already know That the struggle is forever and I ain't gonna be the one to stop it So I don't want to be the one chose And every day, I wanna pray And ask God to take me away from it all But the streets have gotten me and ain't letting me go So I gotta keep on [Verse 1] This for my niggas on parole and outta jail My lil homie got a body, million dollar bail They trynna say my homie talked, he the one they sell Soprano life, familiar, you can see and tell This for black single mothers who made it from nothing You know, personally, cause we was all raised by a woman Stick a wooden gun, that was my first lick A rap cassette tape, that was my first brick I have my whole team eating on a first flip I let niggas get to close, that was my first slip If you trust the lawyer, good, cause you paying I took the love and gave it, thanks to the fans for praying They hit the crib, I flushed the work and had to punch a lain I knew I was made for this the day I wore a chain The hood love me when I pull up on wheels of pain But I don't know now, all the talk made me a saint [Chorus: Bentlee] Oh my God, it's been hard But they keep on telling me to keep going but I already know That the struggle is forever and I ain't gonna be the one to stop it So I don't want to be the one chose And every day, I wanna pray And ask God to take me away from it all But the streets have gotten me and ain't letting me go So I gotta keep on [Verse 2] The funerals costing fabrics, undercover ratchets Catch a ride to church, cause there was traffic The hood ate it up, and we sent a package My time cost money for real so I ain't got time for fuckin rappers Most of ma niggas trigger happy, everyone's a savage Better get your aim on point and pray they are the fastest This TEC shooting hot, you ain't wanna catch it I clap it off, to pass it off, man just imagine Lets establish, my hunger matches Drink the Henny out the bottle, spill it on my jeans I knew cops hiding jewels behind their gems I had to get it back together, cancel all my plans Yeah, but I ain't broke and I ain't dead, my kids feed Let's keep it that way [Chorus: Bentlee] Oh my God, it's been hard But they keep on telling me to keep going but I already know That the struggle is forever and I ain't gonna be the one to stop it So I don't want to be the one chose And every day, I wanna pray And ask God to take me away from it all But the streets have gotten me and ain't letting me go So I gotta keep on