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