"Rock Bottom" lyrics
To get my mind
Rap shit, I'm boolin' just struggling to get my mind right
Rap shit, I'm boolin', just struggling to get my mind right
Hm, hm, huh, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Rap shit, I'm boolin', just struggling to get my mind right
All these fake bitches, pussy niggas on they knife life
I'm up all night with red eyes like a night fight
You either fighting life, fight for life or you fight like
Knowing I'm the coldest, niggas know it, I just gotta show it
Born leader, momma had three boys and I'm the oldest
Mr. Do-It-On-My-Own, I don't beg for motion
Can't tell you put your soul in shit 'cause you prolly sold it
Pussy, I really came up from nothin'
Now I gotta see how I'm gon' maintain my something
Freshly signed album due, plus a nigga overbudget
That don't make you good at it, bitch, just 'cause you love it
That don't mean shit, but hear me clearly, yes, I mean this
No haircut, no going out, I ain't at Neiman's
I'm confused in the house tryna find meaning
How I'm gon' follow that gut feeling to keep my people eating?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
You ain't never hit rock bottom
Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom
Every L.A. county ghetto, bitch, I done lived in
From Jayceon's to Ted Watkins, bitch, I done [?]
Magic carpet, full moon, moto nights, I done spent it
Forced to a life of Ls, y'all just seeing all the big wins
I been dead, all the struggle building muscle
We either make pro outta line or get stuck up in that jungle
Some niggas never see the light at the end of that tunnel
So it's tunnel vision, call your huddle, prevent a fumble
Nigga, what? Always handle my kettle
Even when my lights was off and my only shoes was some sandals
You ran, don't tell me the last you had to beat the odds
Or sell some drugs 'cause you quit your random job
'Cause I did, anything to be a fly kid
Ma didn't care what type of car she had, just needed some' to slide in
I'm sick, they turned the power off while I'm watching Spy Kids
No matter how successful, this history is my sidekick
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
You ain't never hit rock bottom
Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom
Never said shit gon' be easy but I knew it was gon' be worth it
Always said I'd try my best, I never said I was gon' be perfect
Tryna wrap my head around it, God treat me like a turban
Mr. Ready-For-Whatever, bitch, it's hard to get me nervous
Wait a minute, you wasn't with me flipping food stamps
Hanging clothes on the line 'cause they too damp
Catch me wouldn't be that nigga like two Ms
Down for the county, counted out, where were you, champ?
Both my grannies dead, daddy don't fuck with me
Momma had me young, treat me like she stuck with me
Both my lil' bros got the same dad, I'm the outcast
Bitch, I'm 'bout that, now watch me outlast
Any doubt, any shame to my name
You hear my story, see my come-up, what? You thought I'd be the same?
Niggas lame, you can never feel my pain
Sweat bullets cry the same, let this music be the drain
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
You ain't never hit rock bottom
Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom
God I thank You, in advance
That the name Damaria, AZ Chike
Stays on Your lips and forever at Your feet
And it is in Jesus name we pray, amen
Rap shit, I'm boolin' just struggling to get my mind right
Rap shit, I'm boolin', just struggling to get my mind right
Hm, hm, huh, yeah (Hit-Boy)
Rap shit, I'm boolin', just struggling to get my mind right
All these fake bitches, pussy niggas on they knife life
I'm up all night with red eyes like a night fight
You either fighting life, fight for life or you fight like
Knowing I'm the coldest, niggas know it, I just gotta show it
Born leader, momma had three boys and I'm the oldest
Mr. Do-It-On-My-Own, I don't beg for motion
Can't tell you put your soul in shit 'cause you prolly sold it
Pussy, I really came up from nothin'
Now I gotta see how I'm gon' maintain my something
Freshly signed album due, plus a nigga overbudget
That don't make you good at it, bitch, just 'cause you love it
That don't mean shit, but hear me clearly, yes, I mean this
No haircut, no going out, I ain't at Neiman's
I'm confused in the house tryna find meaning
How I'm gon' follow that gut feeling to keep my people eating?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
You ain't never hit rock bottom
Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom
Every L.A. county ghetto, bitch, I done lived in
From Jayceon's to Ted Watkins, bitch, I done [?]
Magic carpet, full moon, moto nights, I done spent it
Forced to a life of Ls, y'all just seeing all the big wins
I been dead, all the struggle building muscle
We either make pro outta line or get stuck up in that jungle
Some niggas never see the light at the end of that tunnel
So it's tunnel vision, call your huddle, prevent a fumble
Nigga, what? Always handle my kettle
Even when my lights was off and my only shoes was some sandals
You ran, don't tell me the last you had to beat the odds
Or sell some drugs 'cause you quit your random job
'Cause I did, anything to be a fly kid
Ma didn't care what type of car she had, just needed some' to slide in
I'm sick, they turned the power off while I'm watching Spy Kids
No matter how successful, this history is my sidekick
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
You ain't never hit rock bottom
Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom
Never said shit gon' be easy but I knew it was gon' be worth it
Always said I'd try my best, I never said I was gon' be perfect
Tryna wrap my head around it, God treat me like a turban
Mr. Ready-For-Whatever, bitch, it's hard to get me nervous
Wait a minute, you wasn't with me flipping food stamps
Hanging clothes on the line 'cause they too damp
Catch me wouldn't be that nigga like two Ms
Down for the county, counted out, where were you, champ?
Both my grannies dead, daddy don't fuck with me
Momma had me young, treat me like she stuck with me
Both my lil' bros got the same dad, I'm the outcast
Bitch, I'm 'bout that, now watch me outlast
Any doubt, any shame to my name
You hear my story, see my come-up, what? You thought I'd be the same?
Niggas lame, you can never feel my pain
Sweat bullets cry the same, let this music be the drain
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
Have you ever hit rock bottom?
You ain't never hit rock bottom
Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom
God I thank You, in advance
That the name Damaria, AZ Chike
Stays on Your lips and forever at Your feet
And it is in Jesus name we pray, amen
