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letra de struggles - ohtoole

now let’s get on some sh-t, no f-cking fake deal sh-t, no more “we smokin up all this green” sh-t, no more “we drinking up all this lean” sh-t, cause we could care less about yo f-cking fake drugs and sh-t, we wanna hear real stories not about all your f-ckin parties, we don’t care about the club we don’t care about them guns, we don’t care about your gangs or how you the f-ck you get turnt up, we wanna hear that real,straight from the f-cking ville sh-t, some sh-t that has meaning, not about the guns you been cleaning, so let’s get on a story and not get f-cking boring with fake rap and talking about that trap, i was born 4/20/03 grew up in chicago man it was crazy, but i loved it there- hate it here, we got so many racists here ,saying this sh-t tryna bake me here, i’ve moved 2 times, lost so many friends and i guess my whole life i’ve tried to f-cking fit in, like we all wanna do, we all wanted be popular i bet you did too,but we all got some struggles , bet you can name some too, but back to chicago , when my grades would f-cking follow, when i had it going good with barely any struggle, then life goes on and they still stayin up, all the way to pre k to f-ckin elementary,in the 1st grade i moved f-ckin outta chicago , moved to st. john man i knew no one, i was super scared man i lost my friends, but eventually i would meet more then, so i went there for 2 year then moved again, losing my friends and moving ahead, moved to this new town for the schools or somethin, my ma wasn’t hating st.john or nothing, she just wanted better schools, for the best for us too, so this new f-cking town it seemed okay, met this one kid and we still friends today, his name was andrew, he was the first kid i knew, man we were really close he even met my family too, so many good times, i felt so alive, showed me around the town, where we would hang uptown, then we got more friends, and we got a huge group, all new friends who i trusted too, man i had so many crushes on girls that i couldn’t get, thinking that i was the sh-t, but really i knew i wasn’t it, then 5th grade got my motherf-cking gl-sses, sh-t i hated them and i wanted to skip cl-sses, i was kinda popular , barely got in f-ckin trouble, i was good with the teachers and my grades wouldn’t f-cking grubble, but i was also f-cking weird, acted like a f-cking queer, i only talked to friends didn’t get no girl friends, then started doing stupid sh-t, under influences , from f-cking bad friends, who i wish never met, you know them troublemakers, them f-cking fail graders, can’t get they sh-t right if they up all night, see my grades were good, then struggles came in, grades getting worse my ma was ashamed of them, then came middle school, 6th grade came, grades getting worse still with the struggles ,mind off topic, i need to f-cking stop it, get back on it, then next year, 7th grade still getting bad, getting more mad, still an -sshole, still get no girls, but i’m saying some real sh-t, sayin some true sh-t , the struggles of growing up with a mind that’s fool sh-t, grades getting worse , mom getting mad saying “your grades are bad, what the f-ck is happening in that head” i said i don’t know thinking i was stupid, but really i wasn’t trying and to myself i was lying sayin that i was trying my best but really to be honest i wasn’t trying at all, now looking at my grades were coming to fail, they all comin down sh-t coming down now ,it’s all coming back now, and my mind f-cking scrambling now,and now i’m fumbling and stumbling and now my grades are crumbling, fast forward 2016 now it’s 8th grade , grades doin better now we up next like the weather, got my first girl friend in fact f-cking 2, but now i’m being called a f-ckboy, yeah f-ck you too, this white -ss town sh-t be goin down, lotta racist sh-t being thrown f-ckin around, man i really f-cking hate it, i f-cking hate this too, i wanna put my fingers up and say f-ck all you, but for real f-ck this town, f-ck all you i’ll take the crown, i’ll put you down to the ground, through the earth and down and down, back to h-ll, where most people go, but that shows proof that nothing easy tho, life is your professor and that b-tch is go’n test you, but go and enjoy your life cuz in the end its go’n rest ya …. uh,,, yeah that b-tch go’n rest you

- ohtoole

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