Rock Bottom

Need to get my mind, uh Rap shit, I'm boolin' just struggling to get my mind right Rap shit, I'm boolin' just struggling to get my mind right Hmm, hmm, huh, yeah Rap shit, I'm boolin' just struggling to get my mind right All these fake bitches, pussy niggas on they ninth life I'm up all night with red eyes like a night flight You either fight in life, fight for life or you fight light Knowin' I'm the coldest, niggas know it, I just gotta show it Born leader, mama 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 'cuz you probably sold it, pussy I really came up from nothing, now I gotta see How I'm gon' maintain my somethin' Freshly signed, album due, plus a nigga over budget That don't make you good at it, bitch, just 'cuz you love it That don't mean shit, but hear me clearly yes I mean this No haircut, not going out, I ain't at Neiman's I'm confused in the house, tryin' to find meaning How I'm gon' follow that gut feeling that keep my people eating Have you ever hit rock bottom? (rock bottom, rock bottom) Have you ever hit rock bottom? (rock bottom, rock bottom) You ain't ever hit rock bottom (rock bottom, rock bottom) Nigga tell me 'bout your rock bottom (rock bottom) Every LA County ghetto, bitch I done lived in From Jesse Owens to Ted Watkins, Bitch I done swept in Magic carpet, full moon, motel nights I done spent in Forced into a life of L's, y'all just seeing all the big wins I been dead, all the struggle building muscle We either make pro at a 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 the lights was off and my only shoes was some sandals You ran, don't tell the last time you had to beat the odds Or sell drugs 'cuz you quit your random job Cuz I did anything to be a fly kid Ma didn't care what type of car she had Just need somethin' to slide in I'm sick, they turn the power off while I'm watching spy kids No matter how successful, this history is my sidekick Have you ever hit rock bottom? (rock bottom, rock bottom) Have you ever hit rock bottom? (rock bottom, rock bottom) You ain't ever hit rock bottom (rock bottom, rock bottom) Nigga tell me 'bout your rock bottom (rock bottom) Never said shit gon' be easy, but I knew it would be worth it Always said I'd try my best, I never said I was gon' be perfect Tryin' to wrap my head around it, God treat me like a turban Mr. Read-For-Whatever, bitch it's hard to get me nervous Wait a minute, you wasn't with me flippin' food stamps Hanging clothes on a line 'cuz they too damp Catch me wantin' to be that nigga, like two M's Down for the count and counted out, where were you champ? Both my grannies dead, daddy don't fuck with me Mama 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, seen my come up, what you thought I'd be the same? Niggas lame, you could never feel my pain Sweat bullets, cry the same, let this music be the drain Have you ever hit rock bottom? (bottom, bottom, bottom) Have you ever hit rock bottom? (bottom, bottom, bottom) You ain't ever hit rock bottom (rock bottom) Nigga tell me 'bout your rock bottom (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