[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]