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letra de struggle - slaughterhouse

(verse: crooked i)
i’m having rob-a-n-gg- thoughts, like the horseshoe
got all the tools in my box
i’m a nut, missing a corkscrew
sittin’ on my porch thinking this rapping ain’t gon’ happen
cause f-ggots reppin’ that, like i’m the wrong n-gg- to p-ss the torch to
momma stressing cause her rent’s due
can’t borrow money from none of the homies, them n-gg-s in a pitch too
my co-connect, he got pinched too
andy dufresne escaping shawshank, the sh-t i been thru
refridgerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin’ to incubate for
if a hater tempt me, i’mma disintegrate him quickly
spray the 3-80 till bullets penetrate his kidney
sometimes i just wanna fall asleep in the tub
loaded on drugs – like i was imitating whitney
talk to god, just pray that he forgive me and sleep
depressed, i been stressed
awaited the world on my chest, like a b-tch pressing a planet i get dressed
on a one man mission, hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission
my hand’s itchin’, yeah i’m past b-tching and complaining
and ain’t trying to land in n-body’s d-mn prison
but i gotta take a chance – man listen
my pops was a magician, like david blaine mixed with a mime
he disappeared, didn’t say a thing
n-gg- bounced out, out to houdson or kansas
now i gotta find out where this f-ck n-gg- pants is
man of the house, throw on his trousers
nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers
but still a child lost his innocence and a frown live where the smile did
snatch purses and rap verses, i was a wild kid
fast forward to this gun in your face
mouth covered in tape
i want what’s in your safe
i want you to resist
so i can take all my anger out on somebody who ain’t got nuttin’ to do with this sh-t
lord!

(hook: crooked i)
you don’t know about the struggles in this b-tch
late at night, stomach growlin’
while you cuddle with your b-tch
and they tell me i would even go through troubles if i’m rich
but i rather have something
(cause having nothing is a b-tch lord!)

(interlude: crooked i)
la la la la la
you don’t know about the struggles in this b-tch (lord!)
la la la la la
you don’t know about the struggles in this b-tch (lord!)

[verse 2: crooked i]
god bless the child that got his own blessing
i ain’t got nothin’, i wonder what god bless me
i ain’t being rich will get me stress free
but i rather see what that do while i’m on my jetsky
yeah, right, i’m hungry er’night
but i never smile, got my poker face air tight
down on my knees, accidentally use a profanity
i can’t even say a prayer right, i just wanna pray at nights
i just wanna wear white t and keep my hair tight
i just want a fair fight
i just want a fair life
is that too much to ask for?
tell me, is that too much to ask for?

- slaughterhouse

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