Rock Bottom (feat. Bun B) lyrics

by

Bun B


(Chorus)
Damn, it can't get no worse then this cuz i done hit rock bottom
Imma get up on a muthaf*ckin sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin in circles man, goin in circles man
Sometimes i feel like feel like im goin in circles man (x2)

(Verse 1)
Damn, if you man put some muthaf*ckin food on the table
Thats what she said but still a n*gga 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 imma feed you how imma ride with this tank on empty
Sellin yola hopin that the jakes dont get me cuz when i leave the crib
Man that thang go wit me my n*gga 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 muthaf*ckin dope fiend a b*tch tryna get a fix put my n*gga in a ditch
We been hittin dem licks since we was 14
Now they say you inna 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

Cuz we was cookin the base and we was flippin the spinach
And if a n*gga violated then we handled our business
We neva knew one day the street sh*t a catch up with us
And i dont roll with many n*ggas you was one of the realest i'm like

(Chorus)
Damn, it can't get no worse then this cuz i done hit rock bottom
Imma get up on a muthaf*ckin sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin in circles man, goin in circles man
Sometimes i feel like feel like im goin in circles man (x2)

(Verse 2)
Damn, 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*gga be on ten when im sober to get me over keep me full of the poison
My n*gga rich doin a bid they sent the boys in to getem if woulda been witem i woulda joined him
And now im 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 eva done sold drugs finna rob me a n*gga cuz 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

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