[Verse 1: Rome]
Same shit, different view, feelin' like i ain't worth shit
Worthless I ain't perfect, I left my heart where that curb is
Servin', workin', paranoid but never nervous
I'm tryna bury the unfaithful, and bring the real to the surface
All my n***as get their hands dirty
That ain't rare on this side, ridin' out for my real n***as I'd die for my n***as six times
Worried about some bitch, because she made your heart break
I've buried two loved ones in the same year, that's what you call real heart-ache
But that's my pain, I don't expect no sympathy, I'll send for them in a heart beat, but I doubt that they'd ever send for me
I change road and I change roads
Got bored of the same old, fake n***as showed me different sides, while they're wearing the same clothes
I had to burn down the bridge that connected us, I'm talking me and certain acquaintances
We lost respect for them they lost respect for us
I can't be real with people that are faking it

[Hook]
I asked God to bless my struggle
It's hard to wake up, when your waking up to hustle
Get my cake up I wanna see my money double
My whole life's full of trouble
I asked God to bless my struggle
It's hard to wake up, when your waking up to hustle
Get my cake up I wanna see my money double
My whole life's full of trouble

[Verse 2: Creepa]
Yo, I had a range dream
Mum tells me slow down I'm only 18 I'm tryna get that range P
I know my music ain't mainstream
I ain't tryna chat about guns in the game screens
Truthfully I don't, want no-one to hate me
And it feels like I'm fully trapped like Kate-P
I tell my little bro it ain't what it may seem
I had a couple good friends, wanna hate me
My bad, I mean I hate them
I swear down I've had, more than couple fake friends
Reminiscing about, driving in the grey Benz
But sooner or later, I know the lane ends
Asking God, when do my day's end
I hope it's not for now, cause that's a strange end
And my life's far from straight forward
Cause there's way more than 8 bends

[Hook]
I asked God to bless my struggle
It's hard to wake up, when your waking up to hustle
Get my cake up I wanna see my money double
My whole life's full of trouble
I asked God to bless my struggle
It's hard to wake up, when your waking up to hustle
Get my cake up I wanna see my money double
My whole life's full of trouble

[Verse 3: Depzman]
Tryna reach the top of my game, can't get lost in the fame
But these bruthas watchin my face and talkin my name
Still out on the block, goin fuckin insane, (out ere fam)
Tryna make it out the struggle got a vision of a mansion tryna make it outta rubble
I'm tryna get this paper while stayin out of trouble
Anything I'm makin yeah I'm tryna make it double, tryna make it tripe, tryna stay civil
Livin' with my people, tryna make it all and break bread til were equal
Carry on the sequel for my brothers that have passed, ask my bruthas fam I blast, go and ask man that fucked with my bruthas in the past
And I'm still that guy, still damn fly, still smokin till I shouldn't feel that high
And I'm still the same, still kill the game, just another young n***a that's filled with pain

[Hook]
I asked God to bless my struggle
It's hard to wake up, when your waking up to hustle
Get my cake up I wanna see my money double
My whole life's full of trouble
I asked God to bless my struggle
It's hard to wake up, when your waking up to hustle
Get my cake up I wanna see my money double
My whole life's full of trouble