[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

[Verse 2: Creepa]

Yo, I had a range dream

Mum tells me slow down I'm only 18 I'm tryna get that range P

I know my music ain't mainstream

I ain't tryna chat about guns in the game screens

Truthfully I don't, want no-one to hate me

And it feels like I'm fully trapped like Kate-P

I tell my little bro it ain't what it may seem

I had a couple good friends, wanna hate me

My bad, I mean I hate them

I swear down I've had, more than couple fake friends

Reminiscing about, driving in the grey Benz

But sooner or later, I know the lane ends

Asking God, when do my day's end

I hope it's not for now, cause that's a strange end

And my life's far from straight forward

Cause there's way more than 8 bends

[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

[Verse 3: Depzman]

Tryna reach the top of my game, can't get lost in the fame

But these bruthas watchin my face and talkin my name

Still out on the block, goin fuckin insane, (out ere fam)

Tryna make it out the struggle got a vision of a mansion tryna make it outta rubble

I'm tryna get this paper while stayin out of trouble

Anything I'm makin yeah I'm tryna make it double, tryna make it tripe, tryna stay civil

Livin' with my people, tryna make it all and break bread til were equal

Carry on the sequel for my brothers that have passed, ask my bruthas fam I blast, go and ask man that fucked with my bruthas in the past

And I'm still that guy, still damn fly, still smokin till I shouldn't feel that high

And I'm still the same, still kill the game, just another young nigga that's filled with pain

[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