Eightball (8Ball)

Eightball (8Ball) - Down And Out lyrics

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Live like kings  and achieve childhood dreams
 Lord be my witness when I say we all need you
 Cause where I'm livin' ain't nothing but hustlin' gon' feed you
 Many say the negativity shouldn't be glorified
 Eyes wide when they realize a nigga live and die
 The shit I speak  but don't nobody give a damn
 Nigga hung up  on what I got and who I am
 Save me  from this evilness that made me
 Ain't nothin' shakin' if you ain't talkin' 'bout payin' me
 The route to all evil don't seem bad
 When dreams of havin' it is all I ever had
 Nobody wants you when your down and out
 Can't find, no one
 He blessed me, oh yeah, you could say that
 A Southern cat, puttin' Tennesee on the map
 With rap, hip-hop until they pop me and my heart stop
 Thinkin' 'bout the things I did to get me where I got
 Are where I came from, ain't nothing easy about it
 I got 'bout it, and got the fuck up out it
 Crab ass niggaz wanna see me broke
 Because I'm flippin' like a kingpin sellin' legal dope
 Quote what I wrote, gettin' smoked with your guys
 Hopin' I demise, I can see it in your eyes
 The same nigga tryin' to smoke a sack with me
 Be the same bitch talkin' 'bout jackin' me
 That's when Ricardo called the killers and they always ready
 Nightmares for your fam 'bout them bullets in your belly
 Image is everything, and skill is twice that
 And don't nobody want you when your ass is broke flat
 Nobody wants you when your down and out
 Can't find, no one
 No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?)
 Can't find, no one (there's no one to turn to)
 These streets, can be so mean to men
 Crack and guns take dreams from men
 In the blink of an eye, go from dusted to the rich
 And watch how many people start ridin' your dick
 Oh, you the man when your flippin' through the town on chrome
 But who gon' really be your nigga when that bullshits gone?
 Uh
 You think it's funny, but ain't nobody laughin' but you
 When I done seen what a broke ass nigga will do
 Jack, sell crack to get they life on track
 Some say I glorify, but all I do is tell the facts
 I done seen garbage sacks full of hundred stacks
 Rich cats lose it all fuckin' with P packs
 People say make the money change things around you
 And not you, but that's some hard shit to do
 Remember this when your hustlin' and have doubts
 Nobody want you, when a nigga ass out, uh
 Nobody wants you when your down and out
 Can't find, no one
 No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?)
 Can't find, no one (there's no one to turn to)
 Nobody wants you when your down and out
 Can't find, no one
 No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?)
 Can't find, no one (there's no one to turn to
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Language: English

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