My Struggle
Lil Boosie Lyrics


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[Talkin']
Boosie boo!! Boosie boo, nigga!!
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now, word for word,
life story for life story, mane I'm the truth…

[Verse 1]
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
memory,Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from
him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
jackas,To neighborhood stackas… I-10 ridaz,to
I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that bottom on
that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who
gon' beef wit me. Got addicted to sellin'
drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed
her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,
I aint gotta explain, I been a mayne, Since I
went got my own… now they look at me grown.
Posted up behind the Citgo (?), on Wyoming
street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.
All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior
and B. All old niggas showed us ropes like
they picturin'(?) me….

[Chorus 4X]
U don't know my struggle,
so you cant feel my hustle

[Verse 2:]
Hard times, me and you getting' blisted…
Got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on
the special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,
Mayne it's whatever. Old niggas tried to
shortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got a
big knot,now I'm thuggin'… wit a big ugly
somethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru the
southside... Back then, it was straight gin,
dickies, and cowhides. You aint from our side,
we bustin' at ya, that's the
rules.. Used to be deep, now we down to just a
few. Mayne, I'm talkin' bout them lonely
nights… me and My Homie on the flight… sneakin
thru hoes window, Robbin' niggas for indo.
Runnin wit nothin but hard Heads, like Fry
thang and Kevin. Goin' to clubs reppin',
Hollin' "Fuck goin' to Heaven", cause I'm out
chea, Look like my luck fucked up, and I done
lost a lotta Niggas, so my trust fucked up,
mayne….

[Chorus (4X)]

[Verse 3:]
Sittin' nites, need my medicine and my
needles, All the Bondsmen…. Keepin' it gutta
wit my people. The thug life, back to back
catchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'
junkies in front the cleaners. The hospitals,
nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,
My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wanna
Hear it (hard head). You know they say I was
dead, two shots up in my head. Some say I OD'd
off that X, what they gon' say next? Grandma
died, momma House, lemme talk to ya. Niggas
hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya. High
school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted and
disgusted tryna make it til tomorrow. When I
borrowed, I gave back… When it was beer time,
I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that. The
baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus I




lost all my ghetto role models, This my
struggle mayne….!!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil Boosie's song "My Struggle" tell a story of his life growing up in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The first verse starts with Boosie's "hard" upbringing in the backyard with a father who was addicted to drugs and girls. He then talks about how he got involved in selling drugs and became addicted to it himself. He also talks about how he started hanging out with older guys who showed him the ropes. The chorus "U don't know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle" is a constant reminder that his struggle is what led him to where he is now.


In the second verse, he talks about how he and his friends used to get into trouble by stealing purses when they couldn't afford weed. He also talks about how they used to rob people for marijuana and how they used to go to clubs and "rep" themselves. He talks about how he lost a lot of friends and how that has affected him.


In the third verse, he talks about his struggles with addiction and how it's been hard to get his life back on track. He mentions how he's caught misdemeanors and how he sold drugs in front of a cleaners. He also talks about losing his grandma and how he doesn't drive by, he walks. He ends the song by saying that all of this is his struggle and that he will continue to fight it.


This song is a reflection of Lil Boosie's life and the struggles he faced growing up. It's a reminder that everyone has their own struggles and that we can't judge someone without knowing their story.


Line by Line Meaning

We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
I come from humble beginnings, but I am tough and resilient.


Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I am competitive and will do whatever it takes to win, even if it means hurting others.


I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad memory,
I am tough and have learned to keep going despite hardships and trauma in my past.


Daddy loved drugs, Can't take this from him, He loved girls.
My father struggled with addiction and was a womanizer, which had a significant impact on my upbringing.


Went from neighborhood jackas,To neighborhood stackas… I-10 ridaz,toI-10 traffickas.
I went from being a small-time criminal in my neighborhood to being involved in major drug trafficking on a major highway.


Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP,Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me.
I imagine myself back in my past, high on drugs and carrying a weapon, feeling invincible and ready for any challenge.


Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke,Momma, she washed her hands, and let me go, the Rest you know,
I became addicted to selling drugs and my mother couldn't stop me, leading me down a path of crime and violence.


All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Juniorand B. All old niggas showed us ropes likethey picturin'(?) me….
Younger criminals had older mentors who showed them the ropes, just like I did, leading to a cycle of crime and violence in certain communities.


Hard times, me and you getting' blisted…Got a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special.
Times were tough and my friends and I struggled to afford even the smallest luxuries, including a cigar to smoke our weed.


Old niggas tried toshortstop, we ballerblocked, fuck it. Got abig knot,now I'm thuggin'… wit a big uglysomethin',on my waistline, bouncin' thru thesouthside...
Older criminals tried to stop us, but we fought back and became violent, carrying weapons and walking around our neighborhood with a sense of power and authority.


Sittin' nites, need my medicine and myneedles, All the Bondsmen…. Keepin' it guttawit my people.
I spend my nights using drugs and needing medical attention, and rely on bail bondsmen to help me out of trouble, while staying loyal to my criminal peers.


The thug life, back to backcatchin misdemeanors.. The drug life, servin'junkies in front the cleaners.
I live a life of crime, constantly getting arrested for small crimes, while also selling drugs to addicts in public places.


The hospitals,nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit,My momma preachin', but Boosie boo don't wannaHear it (hard head).
Even when I'm hospitalized and my mother tries to inspire me to change my ways, I resist and stay stubborn and unchanging in my habits and beliefs.


You know they say I wasdead, two shots up in my head.Some say I OD'doff that X, what they gon' say next?
I have been close to death multiple times, through being shot or overdosing on drugs, and wonder what new rumors will arise about my life.


Grandma died, momma House, lemme talk to ya.Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya.
I have suffered losses in my family, including my grandmother, and have faced hostility from others, but I don't back down from a fight and will confront my enemies head-on.


Highschool, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo.. dusted anddisgusted tryna make it til tomorrow.
Even in high school, I was involved in criminal activity, struggling to get by and survive each day.


When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150 I shake that.The baby momma drama make me wanna holla, plus Ilost all my ghetto role models,
I was able to make money by selling alcohol, and yet I still faced struggles with relationships, especially with the mothers of my children, and lost important figures in my life who were positive influences.


This mystruggle mayne…!!
These are the challenges and experiences that have shaped me and made me who I am.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TORENCE HATCH, BRUCE ROME, B. ROME

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Ben

Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen, keeping it gutta with my peoples
The thug life, back to back catching misdemeanors
The drug life, serving junkies in front the cleaners
The hospitals, nurses tryna lift up my spirit
My mama preachin', but Boosie Boo don't wanna hear it (Hard-headed)
You know they said I was dead, 2 shots up in my head
Some say I OD'd off that X, what they gon' say next
Grandma died, mama house, let me talk to ya
Niggas hate, but I don't drive by, I walk to ya, high school
4 deep in the Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it to tomorrow
When I borrowed, I gave back
When it was bill time, I made stacks
I-10 to 150 I shake that
The baby-mama-drama make me wanna holla
Plus I lost ass my ghetto role models, this my struggle mane



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Kisha Barksdale

I listened to this song everyday, while driving to college. This song has helped me get through nursing school, just graduated a week ago💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

Jasmine Roman

Congratulations!!!

Kisha Barksdale

@Jasmine Roman Thank you ❤️

We Shall Overcome

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Desiree Williams

U go girl congratulations I love all he’s old music ❣️

Edgey Gaming

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Deidra

Shit still go hard AF!!! music like this is timeless. I love his music because he just tells life stories

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15 years later this song still give me chills💯

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