Beatnick - Rock Bottom lyrics

[Hook x2] Damn, it can't get no worse than this cause I done hit rock bottom I'mma get up on a muthaf**in' sack and a big a** bottle to solve all my problems I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Damn, if you a man put some muthaf**in' food on the table That's what she said but still a n***a wasn't able To get up some bread for the rent, lights, and cable The gas and water She actin like I'm tryna starve her And I know the baby growin' and her belly gotta eat too Only thing I got left is this gun on my belt, If I can't feed myself how I'mma feed you? How I'mma ride with this tank on empty, sellin yola hoping that the jakes dont get me Cause when I leave the crib man that thang go wit' me My n***a from the jets got stained for a 50 Sack of the hard Tryna match you a broad Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthaf**in' dope fiend A b**h tryna get a fix, put my n***a in a ditch, we been hittin them licks since we was 14 Now they say you in a calmer place I couldn't tell by the looks on yo' momma face Now everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase Cause we was cookin' the base and we was flippin' the spinach And if a n***a violated then we handled our business We never knew one day the street sh** would catch up with us And I don't roll with many n***as, you was one of the realest I'm like [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Bun B] Coming in through the damn window (?) put up, couldn't black it out Roll over, grab that indo While I was smoking last night, I knock it out Hit it up Had the mutherf**ing thing inside that b**h God damn, got to get up and walk it out Another day, another dirty a** dollar Make a n***a wanna holla, cause I can't pop no tags Or pop my collar Looking at my mama , bout to go to work And my mutherf**ing daddy ain't around But that's a whole other problem Limo, cause I'm working on my demo Hoping I can get it in That can put my team on Get my probation off and make that paper Move around and shake these haters Praying that they Damn [Hook (x2)] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Damn, open my mailbox and all I get to see is bill after bill sh** kinda slow ain't no real money be comin' in but yo, I still got ten on the kil' Ten on the drank, a n***a be on ten when I'm sober to get me over keep me full of the poison My n***a Rich doin' a bid they sent the boys in, to get him if I would've been wit' him I woulda joined him And now I'm out here lurkin' the streets wit' no work feelin' like my throat been cut wit' no plug You know just what I mean if you ever done sold d**, finna rob me a n***a cause I ain't got no love And I ain't got no qualification for no career move, people up in corporate america probably fear dude Gettin' shine off of my rhyme for like a year or two, still got the police lights up in my rearview Damn, as I sit behind a tint, in a car full of smoke Hopin' this officer don't do nothin' to make me have to hurt him cause it's over if I get caught up with this dope Give me a coal, might aswell hang me from a rope Cause the government lynchin' n***as more than ever before Sort of like the slavery days but if we're afraid to changeThen how the f** is we supposed to grow? They got a n***a like damn.. [Hook x2]