Horseshoe Gang - Failure lyrics

[Intro] Your food stamps balance is $31.96. Your cash account balance is $0. Just a reminder, by bringing your receipt from your last purchase, and/or your last cash purchase [Hook] Man, So I guess I'm a failure, yup I'm a failure If I ain't winning now, what you expect me to tell ya? Yup I'm a failure, I accept I'm a failure But f** anybody who ever said I'm a failure But I'mma win sh**, I got my second wind sh** I got double the will, I'm on my Schwinn sh** You think I'll stay a failure, I dig it my n***a I ain't tripping, I ain't in my feelings my n***a [Verse: Julius] Look, I ain't got a cent in my pocket, lot of lint in my pocket I'mma vent on my Pac sh**, I'mma sit on this park bench Liquid drip from my optics, tears trickling aw sh** Pain is a k**er, anger is a k**er's accomplice n***a this is the topic I'm so sad f** it, a poor minority, double negative, I don't have Nothing, I grew up taking the male equivalent of a ho-bath f**ing cold a** bucket of water under my feet Grab the soap, rags, scrubbin' My broke a**, trust this is no damn frontin' I used to be a floor buffer I don't mean my flow clean Literally any scuffed floor your bro had to buff it I'm a true survivor, but it's a damn shame when A prolific music writer has a supervisor I despise a 9-5, but I ain't got 50 cent so I'm plotting how to rob while I try to find a job man (I don't think y'all n***as is listening look) I'mma stay working n***a y'all best believe Even if the job involves special sauce, lettuce, cheese I'mma hit the studio soon as my boss lets me leave But I never lose drive, I never lost a set of keys So what I'm a loser? What's it to you n***a? So what I'm a boozer? I f** with this brew n***a I f**ing abuse liquor, I'm trying to sip right now So motherf** you and your comfortable lifestyle n***a motherf** you and your comfortable lifestyle I don't do any lying in any rhyme or any line I don't accept any fibbin', or any lyin' of any kind I'm really trying, I don't have pennies, nickels any dimes Quarters, singles, any fives, tens or twenties gimme my Food stamps from the county I've stood in that line many times You ever heard? "Welcome to the California E.B.T Customer Service Helpline, if you know your preferred language option number you may enter in at any time" n***a I just want my slice of the pie Even if it's bean pie word to Bow Ties and Allah I'm starving in these streets man, matter fact I'm famished I'm trying to uplift the hood like a damn mechanic I'm about success on the mic, in fact I got it tatted My perspective is broad, point of view is panoramic But you say I'mma stay a failure? I can dig it my n***a I ain't tripping, Naw I ain't in my feelings my n***a