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Yeah, yeah, yeah

I got no gas in the whip, no cash in my wallet

No one on my dick, no missed calls from your bitch

What's goin' on with me? I used to be the man

Nobody's pullin' up to my show no more

They sick and tired of the same old

But I spit that flame though, you know my name, ho

Suicidal, you know how that thing go

I used to ride around and bang it in my four door

Couldn't step outside without somebody askin' me for photos

Now it seems like nobody know me

I haven't heard a word from none of my homies

My bitch left me, I'm lonely

Somebody set me up, tried to wet me up

Bullets in the windshield of my Acura

Luckily they wasn't accurate, I wish they took my life

Twenty one was fun, but forty wasn't right

I hate my kids, hate my wife

What to do? Where to go? My Soundcloud don't play no more

I gotta get it on the low, I hope they do knock on my door

What to do? Where they go? My Soundcloud don't play no more

I hope they don't knock on my door, hey

The bills due and the walls got some mildew

I been lookin' at this bottle, wonder what these pills do

My dog died in the hallway

I been lookin' at the ceilin' cryin' all day

My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks

My bitch sucks, haven't even got my dick sucked

I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck

I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for the bucks, yeah

I used to be a veteran, now I'm feelin' like a rookie

My bitch don't give up the cookie, I'ma have to call a hooker

Get the quarters out the Acura and pay this ho

I been savin' up my change for a rainy day

I shoulda listened to them things my mama had to say

I put myself in this predicament, my life is nothin', man

I wish that I could finish it

I'm workin' for a man that's workin' for a man who's for a middle me

Get me outta here, sick of sheddin' tears

I thought I was 'bout to be a millionaire

But now I'm strugglin' muggin' these motherfuckers

With the .44, do I have to mention I'm different?

Might just pawn the double S necklace

I can't deal with all of this pressure, what to do with all of these records?

Tryna rebuild an empire, can't even put myself together

Yeah, the bills due and the walls got some mildew

I been lookin' at this bottle, wonder what these pills do

My dog died in the hallway

I been lookin' at the ceilin' cryin' all day

My life sucks, my job sucks, my kids sucks

My bitch sucks, haven't even got my dick sucked

I'm runnin', runnin', runnin' outta luck

I'm gunnin', gunnin', gunnin' for the bucks, yeah