Whoever thought the young bull ever grow to make it
Out a city where yo killer might be your neighbor
Childhood friends grow up to be strangers
Crack sold on every corner and the whole city funkin
From the murder capital where we murder for capital
My niggas is animals rogue warriors who think irrational
I thank God for my beautiful struggle
But it was hard growing up without a dad or a mother
Granny did her best although I felt she aint love me
Put me out at fourteen I was rebelling and thuggin'
Long days cold nights on the block lookin' bummy
Bitches laughing at me then they was callin' me ugly
Now my phone on vibrate cus these hoes be buggin me
Fresh gear foreign whips and my pockets real chubby
Look mama baby boy the man now
Collect the bag or slap the bitch the only time my hand out
Suckas plotting on me but the forty make em' stand down
Think I'm play funking turn yo spot into my playground
Baby Iraq drums sounding like a marching band
Blaze be the gang bitch CEO I'm the man
Vic Damone Jr - Beautiful Struggle Lyrics
Vic Damone Jr - Beautiful Struggle Lyrics
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Whoever thought the young bull ever grow to make it
Out a city where yo killer might be your neighbor
Childhood friends grow up to be strangers
Crack sold on every corner and the whole city funkin
From the murder capital where we murder for capital
My niggas is animals rogue warriors who think irrational
I thank God for my beautiful struggle
But it was hard growing up without a dad or a mother
Granny did her best although I felt she aint love me
Put me out at fourteen I was rebelling and thuggin'
Long days cold nights on the block lookin' bummy
Bitches laughing at me then they was callin' me ugly
Now my phone on vibrate cus these hoes be buggin me
Fresh gear foreign whips and my pockets real chubby
Look mama baby boy the man now
Collect the bag or slap the bitch the only time my hand out
Suckas plotting on me but the forty make em' stand down
Think I'm play funking turn yo spot into my playground
Baby Iraq drums sounding like a marching band
Blaze be the gang bitch CEO I'm the man
Out a city where yo killer might be your neighbor
Childhood friends grow up to be strangers
Crack sold on every corner and the whole city funkin
From the murder capital where we murder for capital
My niggas is animals rogue warriors who think irrational
I thank God for my beautiful struggle
But it was hard growing up without a dad or a mother
Granny did her best although I felt she aint love me
Put me out at fourteen I was rebelling and thuggin'
Long days cold nights on the block lookin' bummy
Bitches laughing at me then they was callin' me ugly
Now my phone on vibrate cus these hoes be buggin me
Fresh gear foreign whips and my pockets real chubby
Look mama baby boy the man now
Collect the bag or slap the bitch the only time my hand out
Suckas plotting on me but the forty make em' stand down
Think I'm play funking turn yo spot into my playground
Baby Iraq drums sounding like a marching band
Blaze be the gang bitch CEO I'm the man
Writer: Victor West Jr
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