Ah yeah, Yo! This song is dedicated to all the happy people All the happy people That have real nice lives That have now idea whats it like to be broke as fuck I feel like im walking a tight rope Without a circus net Im popping percuset Im a nervous wreck I deserve respect But im working sweat for this worthless cheque Bout to burst this tec, for somebody to reverse this debt Minimum wage got my idrenaling cave Pull the venom in rage Ecspecially when im engaged And my daughters down to her last dipper Thats got my ass hyper I prayed to God answers, maybe i'll ask nicer Watching bollocks well they crossing and pathfinders These overnight stars become autograph signers We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us Along with the small fry's and average half pinters Well Player Haters turn a bitch like they have vagina's 'Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us Money will brainwash and leave your ass minus Snakes sliver up the grass spine less Thats Rock Bottom When this life makes you mad enough to kill Thats Rock Bottom When you want somthing bad enough you'll steal Thats Rock Bottom When you feel you have had it up to hear 'cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear (X2) My life is full of empty promises And broken dreams Im hopen things will look up But there aint no job openings I feel discouraged hungry and malnutrition'd Liven in this house with no furness, un-furnished Im sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay Tired of being hired and fired on the same day But Fuck it, you know the rules to the game, play Cause when we die we know were all going the same way Its cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan Cause all you need is bucks to be the man Plus a luxury sedan, Comfortable and roomy in the six But they threw me in the mix With all these gloomy loony lunatics Walk around depressed And smoke a pound of sense a day And yesterday we'll buy so quick, it seems like it was just today Theres people that love me and people that hate me I want the money, the woeman, the fortune, the fame Means I aint burning in hell scorching in flames Means I m stealing your cheque book and forging your name Like times lives for eternal torture and pain 'Cause right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom I got problems and now everbody on my block's got 'em Im screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em Holding two glocks, I hope your door got two locks on 'em My daughters feet aint got no shoe's or sock's on 'em And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rock's on 'em When you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them I got a couple of rings and a brand new whatch you want 'em? 'Cause I never went gold of one song I'm running up on someone's lawn with guns drawn Chorus