I feel like I'm walkin' 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 becomin' 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 turnin' 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
[Hook] 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
[Verse 2] 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 workin' 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 goin' 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 I'm 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 a life and throw the rest away
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[Verse 3] 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 burnin' in hell, scorchin' in flames If it means I'm stealin' 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 2 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 wearin' look like they got a few rocks on em And while you flaunt em I could be takin' 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