[Intro: Crooked I]
Lord!
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
I'm having rob-a-n**** thoughts, like the Horseshoe
Got all the tools in my box
I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew
Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen
Cause f*****s reppin' that, like I'm the wrong n**** to pass the torch to
Momma stressing cause her rent's due
Can't borrow money from none of the homies, them n***** in a pitch, too
My co-connect, he got pinched, too
Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank, the s*** I been through (Lord!)
Refrigerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' to incubate [?]
If a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly
Spray the .380 'till bullets penetrate his kidney
Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub
Loaded on drugs - like I was inmitating Whitney
Talk to god, just pray that he forgive me [?] sleep (Rest!)
Depressed, I been stressed
And weight of the world on my chest, like I'm bench pressing the planet I get dressed
On a one man mission - hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission
My hands itching
Yeah I'm past b******* and complaining
And I ain't trying to land in nobody's d*** prison
But I gotta take a chance - Man listen
My pops was a magician, like David Blaine mixed with a mime
He disappeared, didn't say a thing
n**** bounced out, out to [?] in Kansas
Now I gotta find out where this f*** n**** pants is
Man of the house, throw on his trousers
Nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers
But still a child lost his innocence in a [?], live where the smile did
s***** purses and rap verses - I was a wild kid
Fast forward to this gun in your face
Mouth covered in tape
I want what's in your safe
I want you to resist
So I can take all my anger out on somebdy who ain't got nuttin' to do with this s***
Lord!
[Hook: Crooked I]
You don't know about the struggles in this b****
Late at night, stomach growling
While you cuddle with your b****
And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich
But I rather have something
Cause having nothing is a b**** (Lord!)
[Bridge: Crooked I]
La La La La La
You don't know about the struggles in this b**** (Lord!)
La La La La La
You don't know about the struggles in this b**** (Lord!)
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
God bless the child that got his own, let"s see
I ain"t got nothing, I wonder will God bless me
I ain"t saying being rich will make me stress free
But I rather see what that do while I"m on my jet skis
Yeah right, I"m hungry err' night
And I never smile, got my poker face air tight
Down on my knees accidentally using profanity
I can"t even say a prayer right, I just want a pair of Nikes
I just want to wear a white tee and keep my hair tight
I just want a fair fight, I just want a fair life
Is that too much to ask for?
Tell me is that too much to ask for
[Hook]
Lord!
[Verse 1: Crooked I]
I'm having rob-a-n**** thoughts, like the Horseshoe
Got all the tools in my box
I'm a nut, missing a corkscrew
Sittin' on my porch thinking this rapping ain't gon' happen
Cause f*****s reppin' that, like I'm the wrong n**** to pass the torch to
Momma stressing cause her rent's due
Can't borrow money from none of the homies, them n***** in a pitch, too
My co-connect, he got pinched, too
Andy Dufresne escaping Shawshank, the s*** I been through (Lord!)
Refrigerator empty, inner anger in me simply waitin' to incubate [?]
If a hater tempt me, I'mma disintegrate him quickly
Spray the .380 'till bullets penetrate his kidney
Sometimes I just wanna fall asleep in the tub
Loaded on drugs - like I was inmitating Whitney
Talk to god, just pray that he forgive me [?] sleep (Rest!)
Depressed, I been stressed
And weight of the world on my chest, like I'm bench pressing the planet I get dressed
On a one man mission - hopped in my bucket with a bad transmission
My hands itching
Yeah I'm past b******* and complaining
And I ain't trying to land in nobody's d*** prison
But I gotta take a chance - Man listen
My pops was a magician, like David Blaine mixed with a mime
He disappeared, didn't say a thing
n**** bounced out, out to [?] in Kansas
Now I gotta find out where this f*** n**** pants is
Man of the house, throw on his trousers
Nothing like a child in them pedophile browsers
But still a child lost his innocence in a [?], live where the smile did
s***** purses and rap verses - I was a wild kid
Fast forward to this gun in your face
Mouth covered in tape
I want what's in your safe
I want you to resist
So I can take all my anger out on somebdy who ain't got nuttin' to do with this s***
Lord!
[Hook: Crooked I]
You don't know about the struggles in this b****
Late at night, stomach growling
While you cuddle with your b****
And they tell me I would even go through troubles if I'm rich
But I rather have something
Cause having nothing is a b**** (Lord!)
[Bridge: Crooked I]
La La La La La
You don't know about the struggles in this b**** (Lord!)
La La La La La
You don't know about the struggles in this b**** (Lord!)
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
God bless the child that got his own, let"s see
I ain"t got nothing, I wonder will God bless me
I ain"t saying being rich will make me stress free
But I rather see what that do while I"m on my jet skis
Yeah right, I"m hungry err' night
And I never smile, got my poker face air tight
Down on my knees accidentally using profanity
I can"t even say a prayer right, I just want a pair of Nikes
I just want to wear a white tee and keep my hair tight
I just want a fair fight, I just want a fair life
Is that too much to ask for?
Tell me is that too much to ask for
[Hook]