Black Soprano Family
My Struggle
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 1]
This for my n***as 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 n***as 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
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2]
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 n***as 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
[Chorus: 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