Down&Out

[Hook] I'm getting held down I'm tryna hold out I'm tryna throw down 'fore I get thrown out Oh lord I'm feeling down and out Oh lord I'm feeling down and out I'm getting held down I'm tryna hold out I'm tryna throw down 'fore I get thrown out Oh lord I'm feeling down and out Oh lord I'm feeling down and out [Verse 1] "Think about your future!" I'm sure trying, man But damn! I failed my third eye exam I can't do what a Mayan can Spit fire, still stuck in the frying pan See Zach with the bottle saying "Rap or hit the lotto" These are the facts on the path to get tomorrow Won't steal cash or jack cuz it's immoral Sell grass so I won't have to beg or borrow In a sticky situation off that sticky stuff Got a wallet looking thinner than a Dixie cup I look, smell, and feel like fifty bucks I'm wearing hand-me-downs, I need a pick-me-up Hitting close to home, rounding the bases Got zero, no hero, I doubt that I save it Burn a hole in my pocket, and now that I'm naked I smoke a big L and ask "How will I make it?" [Hook] [Verse 2] Lower-class couch potato, I'm a sofa serf One day I'll be a king, never gotta go to work Lank the Master of the Universe, wrote a verse I'm over work cuz I'm overworked Go berzerk like Eminem, again and again Ain't a stranger to pain or a friend of a friend That head over heels flip you end over end Feel bad, look good, cuz I tend to pretend "You ain't gon' be famous, fame is kinda hard to plan" You're glue, I'm rubber I'ma start a band I'm Jimi Hendrix, guitar in hand Nah, I'm really Kendrick Lamar, I rap This a poor man's dream, don't blow my high I'm dying of thirst, don't kill my vibe Swimming pool of drank, drowning my soul I got some fucking problems and it's outta control [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm feeling the pressure, hard-pressed to find A way in, no press pass, I'm next in line Depressed kid, no press kit, pressed for time Press play, get impressed, and press rewind I'm the best to rhyme Heel-toe in my steel toes Ill shows, real flows, motherfuckers steal those Billfold real low even though I kill flows I be stuck in the hole like dildos Can't see my future like Nostradamus Yo to be honest, I'm as broke as a promise What do I see when I close my eyelids? I'm on stage at the Copacabanas I'm pro with the phonics, but nobody likes me Nightly get pipe dreams smoking the chronic But if you light trees, pass me it I'm on that trivial pursuit of happiness