Struggle Depzman (Ft. Creepa (Birmingham) & Rome)

[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 niggas get their hands dirty
That ain't rare on this side, ridin' out for my real niggas I'd die for my niggas 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 niggas 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