every day im strugglin.
always tryna follow in,
in my daddys footsteps cuz he told me in da car that when
i become succesful
itll always bring me happiness
but i just dont belive it cuz he always stressin in his head
my family is losing it
judgein me n starting sh! ! t
for what went down the other day
n that i have a price to pay
they act like they so filthy rich
n that they so perfect in this betch.
but fack what they kno all bout
is judgein n full of doubt
about how me live. if we dont man up
n if we dont live life n take it up the butt
in their eyes if u dont have a descent life
then u aint nothing in this world n u should die
but all i can say is faack what they think
n move on with my own life
they always see me strugglin
and they are always buttin in
tryna pik a fight with me
even tho im out on da streets
they c that i need help
but they dont realli care
cuz all they want is wealth!
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