struggle

[Verse: The Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like you's the user Sellin' drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way, mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray, so you can reminisce And wish you wasn't livin' so devilish, shit I remember I was just like you Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin' over 62's 'Cause G-E-D wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out nicks went for 20s down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock 19 for casket and flower moves For chumps tryin' to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smokin' mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court For an assault that I caught in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, 'cause man