Ayo, this song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And have no idea what it's like to be broke as fuck
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope without a circus net
Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect, but I work a sweat for this worthless check
I'm about to burst this TEC at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage, especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
It's got my ass hyper
I pray that God answers—maybe I'll ask nicer
Watchin' ballers while they're flossin' in their Pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph-signers
We all long to blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fries and average half-pinters
But player-haters turning bitch like they have vaginas
‘Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money'll brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
When snakes slither in the grass spineless
That's rock bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's rock bottom
When you want something bad enough to steal
That's rock bottom
When you feel like you've had it up to here
‘Cause you mad enough to scream
But you're sad enough to tear
My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams
I'm hopin' things look up, but there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged, hungry and malnourished
Livin' in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I'm sick of working dead-end jobs with lame pay
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day
But fuck it—if you know the rules to the game, play!
‘Cause when we die, we know we all going the same way
‘Cause it's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man, plus a luxury sedan
Or comfortable and roomy in a 6
But they threw me in the mix with all these gloomy lunatics
Who walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of cess a day
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball
But I'm too stressed to play
Live half my life and throw the rest away
That's rock bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's rock bottom
When you want something bad enough to steal
That's rock bottom
When you feel like you've had it up to here
‘Cause you mad enough to scream
But you're sad enough to tear
There's people that love me and people that hate me
But it's the evil that made me
This backstabbin', deceitful and shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune and fame
If it means I end up burning in Hell, scorchin' in flames
If it means I'm stealing your checkbook and forgin' your name
This lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
‘Cause right now, I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I've got problems—now everybody on my block's got 'em
I'm screaming like them two cops when 2Pac shot 'em
Holding two Glocks, hope your doors got new locks on 'em
My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or socks on 'em
And them rings you wearing
Look like they got a few rocks on 'em
And while you flaunt 'em
I could be taking 'em to shops to pawn 'em
I got a couple of rings and a brand-new watch—you want 'em?
‘Cause I ain't never went gold off one song
I'm runnin' up on someone's lawn, with guns drawn
That's rock bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's rock bottom
When you want something bad enough to steal
That's rock bottom
When you feel like you've had it up to here
‘Cause you mad enough to scream
But you're sad enough to tear
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