I start out just to vibe out I ain't about to bow out

I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou' rou'

My season will come it has to

Honestly I feel like I'm ten months pregnant or something I'm passed due

Sincerely I'm touchy these days I can't take nothing

I'm tryna treat my record like the law shit I'm dying to break something

And mostly I'm up and stressin' when other folks sleep

Believe me I know struggle and struggle knows me

My life owes me like an overdose I'm slowly

Drifting in the arms of trouble than trouble holds me

And nothing else is close to me more than pain unfortunately

Like a self fulfilling prophecy I'm suppose to be:

Strugglin' and it's trouble in in this circumstance I'm dwelling in

I find myself in the corner huddling with some angry men

And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again

I'm strugglin' and it's trouble in in this circumstance I'm dwelling in

I find myself in the corner huddlin' with some angry men

And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again

I should be chillin' on beaches instead my bone freezes

Ducking glocks and I walks well like Jesus

The realest thing for me is since I was a fetus

The only break I ever got was at recess

So legitimately I remain very little relieved

And at thug rappers I remain very little intrigued

And can you blame me

Look how we lived in the late eighties

Throwing rocks at the crazy ladies and when we'd play these

Crazy games the whole crew had crazy names we

Even had a cripple we use to call em lazy legs

But my faith remains untouched and unchanged

Still in my block you hear more shots than a gun range

I'm Strugglin' and it's trouble in in this circumstance I'm dwelling in

I find myself in the corner huddling with some angry men

And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again

I'm strugglin' and it's trouble in in this circumstance I'm dwelling in

I find myself in the corner huddlin' with some angry men

And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again

Aight aight more to the truth no writing just record me at the booth

Forced by the loop and the guitar but I'm the boss of the groove

I speak truth my deep roots remain in equal danger

The pain on my song is crazy but the sequel is stranger

Hey man I'm from the hardest heartless projects

Dear departed I'm now known as a recording artist

Spilling what little remains of your memories in the process

Bitter a little but making your names in to a colossus

Believe me I'm thankful my brother's still with me

And ain't much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney

And Bush is still bombing poor people yo he's deadly

And me I got a little recording

Gig but evidently

I'm

Strugglin' and it's trouble in in this circumstance I'm dwelling in

I find myself in the corner huddling with some angry men

And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again

I'm strugglin' and it's trouble in in this circumstance I'm dwelling in

I find myself in the corner huddlin' with some angry men

And I gotta settle shit again before they gotta kill again

Strugglin' and it's trouble in in this circumstance I'm dwelling in

I find myself in the corner