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

Hm, hm, huh, yeah (Hit-Boy)

Rap shit, I'm boolin', just struggling to get my mind right

All these fake bitches, pussy niggas, on they knife life

I'm up all night with red eyes like a night fight

You either fighting life, fight for life or you fight light

Knowing 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 'cause you probably sold it

Pussy, I really came up from nothin'

Now I gotta see how I'm gon' maintain my something

Freshly signed album due, plus a nigga over budget

That don't make you good at it

bitch, just 'cause you love it

That don't mean shit, but hear mе clearly, yes, I mean this

No haircut, no going out, I ain't at Nеiman's

I'm confused in the house, tryna find meaning

How I'm gon' follow that gut

feeling to keep my people eating?

Have you ever hit rock bottom? (Rock bottom)

Have you ever hit rock bottom? (Rock bottom)

You ain't never hit rock bottom (Rock bottom)

Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom

Every L. A. county ghetto, bitch, I done lived there

From Jesse Owens to Ted Watkins, bitch, I done swept it

Magic carpet, full moon, motel nights, I done spent it

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 outta 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 my lights was off

and my only shoes was some sandals

You ran, don't tell me the last you had to "beat the odds"

Or sell some drugs 'cause you quit your random job

'Cause I did, anything to be a fly kid

Ma didn't care what type of car she had

just needed some' to slide in

I'm sick, they turned 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)

Have you ever hit rock bottom? (Rock bottom)

You ain't never hit rock bottom (Rock bottom)

Nigga, tell me 'bout your rock bottom

Never said shit gon' be easy

but I knew it was gon' be worth it

Always said I'd try my best

I never said I was gon' be perfect

Tryna wrap my head around it, God treat me like a turban

Mr. Ready-For-Whatever, bitch, it's hard to get me nervous

Wait a minute, you wasn't with me flipping food stamps

Hanging clothes on the line 'cause they too damp

Catch me wouldn't be that nigga like two M's

Down for the county, 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, see my come-up

what? You thought I'd be the same?

Niggas lame, you can never feel my pain

Sweat bullets cry the same, let this music be the drain

Have you ever hit rock bottom? (Bottom, bottom)

Have you ever hit rock bottom? (Bottom, bottom)

You ain't never hit rock bottom (Bottom, bottom)

Nigga, tell me 'bout your 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, amen