Always Something
If it ain't one thang, its another
Its always somethin, sometimes I wonder how I don't go under
I, always seem to get myself in trouble
I always stumble, you wouldn't believe me if you'd seen me after I die.
(If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang, (If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang
(If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang, (If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang.
I wanna be rich, I'm supposed to be caned
I'm tryna make a deal off the rhythms I made
But every time I think, I'm comin up in the game
I'm always runnin into some problems
So at the bottom, I still remain
I cant think like us
I didn't eat last night
Cant sleep quite tight
Underneath street lights
And when I started slangin llelo
I made a little bankroll
Just my luck, the coppers hit the block and they paid for it.
So now I'm sittin in a cell
Still broke as hell, in jail
Cant pay bail
Got a nigga lock up, wont let me out
I'm locked up, and it stressed me out
So I served a couple months so they finally released me
As soon as I hit the streets
I got to thinkin "jail was easy"
Cause man I had a place to sleep
But shit, at least they feed me
But now its back to bein needy
Livin, grind me, greasy.
Its always somethin, sometimes I wonder how I don't go under
I, always seem to get myself in trouble
I always stumble, you wouldn't believe me if you'd seen me after I die.
(If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang, (If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang
(If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang, (If it ain't one thang) Its some other thang.
I wanna be rich, I'm supposed to be caned
I'm tryna make a deal off the rhythms I made
But every time I think, I'm comin up in the game
I'm always runnin into some problems
So at the bottom, I still remain
I cant think like us
I didn't eat last night
Cant sleep quite tight
Underneath street lights
And when I started slangin llelo
I made a little bankroll
Just my luck, the coppers hit the block and they paid for it.
So now I'm sittin in a cell
Still broke as hell, in jail
Cant pay bail
Got a nigga lock up, wont let me out
I'm locked up, and it stressed me out
So I served a couple months so they finally released me
As soon as I hit the streets
I got to thinkin "jail was easy"
Cause man I had a place to sleep
But shit, at least they feed me
But now its back to bein needy
Livin, grind me, greasy.
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Writer(s): Dave Faulkner
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