Life Story Lyrics

I don't need a handout from no nigga

I'm a man on my own imma figure it out

I really come from the trenches

We went to the center to eat

Wasn't no food at the house

I ain't stressing out over no bitch

Can't argue with you

You just running yo mouth

Like bitch what you talking about

Put this dick in yo mouth

In eleventh grade dropped out of school

Them white folks said I followed no rules

But they ain't no shit about my life

Everyday I go home the shit I go through

A lot of people said I wasn't gone be shit

A lot of niggas said I wasn't gone be rich

Same hoes sneak dissed from back then

Same hoes now be sucking my dick

How you let a nigga that up in our circle

Get in yo ear about me that ain't it

I ain't even worried bout none of these hoes

They only wanna fuck cause they see I'm getting lit

They slept on me damn near the whole year

Now they see now i be talking my shit

Forgive me lord if they reach for my pendant

Imma put a fuck nigga right on his shit

Un un

They all tell me bout they problems

I listen

I start speaking about mines

They don't pay attention

Oh

Attention

Ohh

Let me tell you bout my life

It's the struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

It's the struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

Og left us out in the water

Had to adapt to the world ourself

Ain't even teach us how to be grown or nothing

Had to learn that shit ourself

We steady reaching out just for help

And ain't even know

We could save ourself

You hear the influence of durk in my music

But I ain't gone lie I'm just being myself

I heard that rumor you faking my baby

And that she was weird

You claim it's a joke

I wasn't too close with my pops

But I ain't gone lie that's my big bro

I'm sending money to bro when he need it

I know how it feel I don't been there before

I slept on couches for weeks

And sometimes wasn't no choice

Gotta sleep on the floor

Some of my family don't really love me

I can feel the hate whenever they close

And I know they made that shit a trend

But we ain't gone open that backdoor

I love my sister

I love my bruddas

I love my cousins

Who love me

I love my niggas

I love my pops

I still got love for my og

Sixth and walnut where I'm from

Linden avenue is my block

I just came home from OT

When they said Jamie just got shot

I was just with him at young at heart

He ain't into it with no opps

The pigs just put away bro killer

Apart of me wishing he got popped

Always knew granny was on drugs

In denial because of my love

I ain't never claim to be no gangsta

I ain't never claim to be no thug

But I claim to be from the trenches

Cause the trenches who raised me

But don't come around me thinking you bully

You pull it

I show this shit ain't sweet

Yeah yeah

They all tell me bout the problems

I listen

I start speaking about mines

They don't pay attention

Ohh attention

Ohhh

Let me tell you bout my life

It's the struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

It's the struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle

The struggle