Rock Bottom

[Hook x2] Damn, it can't get no worse than this cause I done hit rock bottom I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' 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 I'm goin' in circles man [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Damn, if you a man put some muthafuckin' food on the table That's what she said but still a nigga 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'mma feed you? How I'mma ride with this tank on empty, sellin yola hoping that the jakes dont get me Cause when I leave the crib man that thang go wit' me My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50 Sack of the hard Tryna match you a broad Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga in a ditch, we been hittin them licks since we was 14 Now they say you in a 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 Cause we was cookin' the base and we was flippin' the spinach And if a nigga violated then we handled our business We never knew one day the street shit would catch up with us And I don't roll with many niggas, you was one of the realest I'm like [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Bun B] Coming in through the damn window (?) put up, couldn't black it out Roll over, grab that indo While I was smoking last night, I knock it out Hit it up Had the mutherfucking thing inside that bitch God damn, got to get up and walk it out Another day, another dirty ass dollar Make a nigga wanna holla, cause I can't pop no tags Or pop my collar Looking at my mama , bout to go to work And my mutherfucking daddy ain't around But that's a whole other problem Limo, cause I'm working on my demo Hoping I can get it in That can put my team on Get my probation off and make that paper Move around and shake these haters Praying that they Damn [Hook (x2)] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Damn, open my mailbox and all I get to see is bill after bill Shit kinda slow ain't no real money be comin' in but yo, I still got ten on the kil' Ten on the drank, a nigga be on ten when I'm sober to get me over keep me full of the poison My nigga Rich doin' a bid they sent the boys in, to get him if I would've been wit' him I woulda joined him And now I'm 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 ever done sold drugs, finna rob me a nigga cause I ain't got no love And I ain't got no qualification for no career move, people up in corporate america probably fear dude Gettin' shine off of my rhyme for like a year or two, still got the police lights up in my rearview Damn, as I sit behind a tint, in a car full of smoke Hopin' this officer don't do nothin' to make me have to hurt him cause it's over if I get caught up with this dope Give me a coal, might aswell hang me from a rope Cause the government lynchin' niggas more than ever before Sort of like the slavery days but if we're afraid to changeThen how the fuck is we supposed to grow? They got a nigga like damn.. [Hook x2]