My Struggle - Benny the Butcher, 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

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

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

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

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