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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
N. Phillips
N. Phillips
Songwriter
K. Sarfehjooy
K. Sarfehjooy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K-Salaam
K-Salaam
Producer

Lyrics

(Chorus) Damn, it can't get no worse then this cuz i done hit rock bottom Imma get up on a muthafuckin sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems I'm goin in circles man, goin in circles man Sometimes i feel like feel like im goin in circles man (x2) (Verse 1) Damn, if you man put some muthafuckin food on the table Thats what she said but still a nigga wasn't able to get up some Bread for the rent, lights, and cable, the gas and water She actin like i'm tryna starve her and i know the baby growin And her belly gotta eat too only thing i got left is this gun on my belt If i cant feed myself how imma feed you how imma ride with this tank on empty Sellin yola hopin that the jakes dont get me cuz when i leave the crib Man that thang go wit me my nigga from the jets got stained for a 50.sack of the hard tryna match you a broad gotem shot up in his car By a muthafuckin dope fiend a bitch tryna get a fix put my nigga in a ditch We been hittin dem licks since we was 14 Now they say you inna calmer place i couldnt tell By the looks on yo momma face Now everytime she look at me i see a look of disgrace She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin to chase Cuz we was cookin the base and we was flippin the spinach And if a nigga violated then we handled our business We neva knew one day the street shit a catch up with us And i dont roll with many niggas you was one of the realest i'm like (Chorus) Damn, it can't get no worse then this cuz i done hit rock bottom Imma get up on a muthafuckin sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems I'm goin in circles man, goin in circles man Sometimes i feel like feel like im goin in circles man (x2) (Verse 2) Damn, open my mailbox and all i get to see is bill after bill Shit kinda slow aint no real money been comin in but yo i still got ten on the kill Ten on the drank, a nigga be on ten when im sober to get me over keep me full of the poison My nigga rich doin a bid they sent the boys in to getem if woulda been witem i woulda joined him And now im out here lurkin the streets wit no work feelin like my throat been cut wit no plug You know just what i mean if you eva done sold drugs finna rob me a nigga cuz i aint got no love And i aint got no qualification for no career move people up in corporate america probly fear dude
Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Terius Gray, Terrence Anthony Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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