[Ad-Lib: Crooked I]
Lord!
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
I'm having rob-a-n***a thoughts, like the Horseshoe
Got all the tools in my box, I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew
Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen
Cause f*ggots reppin' that, like I'm the wrong n***a to pa** the torch to
Momma stressing cause her rent's due
Can't borrow money from none of the homies, them n***as in a pitch, too
My co-connect, he got pinched, too
Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank, the sh** I been through (Lord!)
Refrigerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' and incubatin'
For if a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly
Spray the .380 'till bullets penetrate his kidney
Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub
Loaded on d** like I was imitating Whitney
Talk to god, just pray that he forgive me in sleep (Rest!)
Depressed, I been stressin'
And weight of the world on my chest, like I'm bench pressing the planet I get dressed
On a one man mission - hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission
My hands itching
Yeah I'm past b**hing and complaining
And I ain't trying to land in nobody's damn prison
But I gotta take a chance - Man listen
My pops was a magician, like David Blaine mixed with a mime
He disappeared, didn't say a thing
n***a bounced out, out to Hutchinson, Kansas
Now I gotta find out where his f** n***a pants is
Man of the house, throw on his trousers
Nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers
But still a child lost his innocence and a frown lived where the smile did
Snatch purses and rap verses - I was a wild kid
Fast forward to this gun in your face
Mouth covered in tape, I want what's in your safe
I want you to resist so I can take all my anger out
On somebody who ain't got nuttin' to do with this sh**
Lord!
[Hook: Crooked I]
You don't know about the struggles in this b**h
Late at night, stomach growling
While you cuddle with your b**h
And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich
But I rather have something
Cause having nothing is a b**h (Lord!)
[Post-Hook: Crooked I]
La La La La La
You don't know about the struggles in this b**h (Lord!)
La La La La La
You don't know about the struggles in this b**h (Lord!)
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
God bless the child that got his own, let's see
I ain't got nothing, I wonder will God bless me?
I ain't saying being rich will make me stress free
But I rather see what that do while I'm on my jet skis
Yeah right, I'm hungry err' night
And I never smile, got my poker face air tight
Down on my knees accidentally using profanity
I can't even say a prayer right, I just want a pair of Nikes
I just want to wear a white tee and keep my hair tight
I just want a fair fight, I just want a fair life
Is that too much to ask for?
Tell me is that too much to ask for
[Hook]