Getter - 41 lyrics

[Pouya] Yuh, yuh, yuh I got no gas in the whip No cash in my wallet No one on my dick No missed call from your b**h What's going on with me I used to be the man Nobody's pulling up to my show no more They sick and tired of the same old But I spit that flame though You know my name hoe Suicidal you know how that thing go I used to ride around and bang it in my four door Couldn't step outside without somebody asking me for photos Now it seems that nobody know me I haven't heard a word from none my homies My b**h left me I'm lonely Somebody set me up Tried to wet me up Bullets in the windshield of my Acura Luckily they wasn't accurate I wish they took my life 21 was from a 41 Ain't right I hate my kids Hate my wife What to do Where to go My Soundcloud don't play no more I got to get it on the low I hope they don't knock on my door What to do Where to go My Soundcloud don't play no more I hope they don't knock on my door [Chorus] The bills due and the walls got some mildew I been looking at this bottle wondering what these pills do My dog died in the hallway I been looking at the ceiling crying all day My life s**s My job s**s My kids s**s My b**h s**s Haven't even got my dick s**ed I'm running, running, running out of luck I'm gunning, gunning, gunning for them bucks I used to be a veteran Now I'm feeling like a rookie My b**h don't give her cookie Imma have to call a hooker Get the quarters out the Acura and pay this hoe I've been saving up my change for a rainy day I should've listened to them things my mama had to say I put myself in this predicament My life is nothing man I wish that I could finish it I'm working for a man that's working for a man who's working for a middle men Get me out of here Sick of shedding tears I thought I was bout to be a millionaire But now I'm struggling mugging these motherf**ers with a 44' Do I have to mention I'm desperate Might just pond this Double S necklace I can't deal with all this pressure What to do with all of these records Trying to rebuild an empire can't even put myself together [Chorus] The bills due and the walls got some mildew I been looking at this bottle wondering what these pills do My dog died in the hallway I been looking at the ceiling crying all day My life s**s My job s**s My kids s**s My b**h s**s Haven't even got my dick s**ed I'm running, running, running out of luck I'm gunning, gunning, gunning for them bucks