My Struggle Benny the Butcher (Ft. Bentlee)

[Chorus: Bentlee]
Oh my God, it's been hard
But they keep on telling me to keep going but I already know
That the struggle is forever and I ain't gonna be the one to stop it
So I don't want to be the one chose
And every day, I wanna pray
And ask God to take me away from it all
But the streets have gotten me and ain't letting me go
So I gotta keep on

[Verse 1]
This for my niggas on parole and outta jail
My lil homie got a body, million dollar bail
They trynna say my homie talked, he the one they sell
Soprano life, familiar, you can see and tell
This for black single mothers who made it from nothing
You know, personally, cause we was all raised by a woman
Stick a wooden gun, that was my first lick
A rap cassette tape, that was my first brick
I have my whole team eating on a first flip
I let niggas get to close, that was my first slip
If you trust the lawyer, good, cause you paying
I took the love and gave it, thanks to the fans for praying
They hit the crib, I flushed the work and had to punch a lain
I knew I was made for this the day I wore a chain
The hood love me when I pull up on wheels of pain
But I don't know now, all the talk made me a saint