Stuck (feat. Mob Rule)
Send the troops I think I'm down bad
Ain't moved an inch feel like I'm stuck
But I'm hangin tough cuz as a pup my poppa told me shit get rough
And that's a damn fact
He said now son just keep your chin up high
Stay ten toes never bend, fold, break, niggas goin hate
But now daddy in brown bags
So I don't who I bring my problems to
Tuck my chin my squabble dude full throttle who else got a problem know who I'm talking to
Look, I could go all day with this
The ifs the what's the where's the hows the why a nigga ain't already famous shit
But,
Too many people dissecting my feelings
Fuck with the way that a nigga be healing
I pull out a Dutch, blow my smoke to the ceiling
I kill like a couple of shows then I dip
Never been a fan of the limelight
Back on the road to a home and my kid
Make niggas fans of the Dad life
My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck
I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up
Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut
I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck
My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck
I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up
Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut
I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck
My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck
I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up
Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut
I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck
Ain't moved an inch feel like I'm stuck
But I'm hangin tough cuz as a pup my poppa told me shit get rough
And that's a damn fact
He said now son just keep your chin up high
Stay ten toes never bend, fold, break, niggas goin hate
But now daddy in brown bags
So I don't who I bring my problems to
Tuck my chin my squabble dude full throttle who else got a problem know who I'm talking to
Look, I could go all day with this
The ifs the what's the where's the hows the why a nigga ain't already famous shit
But,
Too many people dissecting my feelings
Fuck with the way that a nigga be healing
I pull out a Dutch, blow my smoke to the ceiling
I kill like a couple of shows then I dip
Never been a fan of the limelight
Back on the road to a home and my kid
Make niggas fans of the Dad life
My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck
I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up
Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut
I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck
My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck
I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up
Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut
I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck
My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck
I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up
Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut
I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck
Credits
Writer(s): Bishop Brown
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