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freddie gibbs - rock bottom lyrics

[feat. bun b]

[chorus:]
d-mn, it can’t get no worse then this cause i done hit rock bottom
i’m a get up on a m-th-f-ckin sack and a big -ss 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 [x2]

[verse 1:]
d-mn, if you man put some m-th-f-ckin food on the table
that’s what she said but still a n-gg- 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’m a feed you how i’m a ride with this tank on empty
sellin yola hopin that the jakes don’t get me cause when i leave the crib
man that thang go with me my n-gg- from the jets got stained for a
50… sack of the hard tryna match you a broad gotem shot up in his car
by a m-th-f-ckin dope fiend a b-tch tryna get a fix put my n-gg- in a ditch
we been hittin dem licks since we was 14
now they say you inna calmer place i could’nttell
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-gg- violated then we handled our business
we neva knew one day the street sh-t a catch up with us
and i don’t roll with many n-gg-s you was one of the realest i’m like

[verse 2:]
d-mn, open my mailbox and all i get to see is bill after bill
sh-t kinda slow ain’t no real money been comin in but yo i still got ten on the kill
ten on the drank, a n-gg- be on ten when i’m sober to get me over keep me full of the poison
my n-gg- rich doin a bid they sent the boys in to getem if woulda been witem i woulda joined him
and now i’m out here lurkin the streets with no work feelin like my throat been cut with no plug
you know just what i mean if you eva done sold drugs finna rob me a n-gg- cause i ain’t got no love
and i ain’t got no qualification for no career move people up in corporate america probly fear dude

- freddie gibbs lyrics

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