Slim Thug - Life Sucks lyrics
[Slim Thug - Life Sucks lyrics]
Still tryna figure it out, man
Bottom to the top, man
(Got Damn Samm)
Life sucks when you ain't got no bucks
Tryna find a way to come up, but a nigga feel stuck
People sayin' get your hustle up
I'm lookin' at 'em like, "Hustle what?" Ask a friend for what?
Shit, ain't nobody pickin' up, we all kinda down on our luck
Man, shit fucked up, but I still can't give up
But I still can't give up
To the next level
Man, I gotta get my shit together
God's plan can't be me broke forever
Gotta think more clever
Gotta figure out my way out
Which way? I done went all them routes
Okay, what I didn't try?
Fuck it, let me talk to the sky
I need guidance down here, Big Guy
I'm seein' too many die
Showin' me time ain't on our side
Never know when it'll be your time to ride
Gotta put your pride aside
Do whatever, put your car in drive
Gotta start from the bottom to skydive
We ain't got time to cry
We don't have tears, our eyes dry
When we feel pain, we just get high
Yeah, we just get high
Turn up your favorite song
Tryna get along where a nigga don't belong
Fucked up we call it home, but it ain't a home
They want us all gone, another bullet in our dome
But what's more fucked up, though
Is we gettin' killed and killin' our own folks
Niggas thinkin' they look tough, really lookin' slow
Back to jail, another slave for the white folks, damn
Bottom to the top, man
(Got Damn Samm)
Life sucks when you ain't got no bucks
Tryna find a way to come up, but a nigga feel stuck
People sayin' get your hustle up
I'm lookin' at 'em like, "Hustle what?" Ask a friend for what?
Shit, ain't nobody pickin' up, we all kinda down on our luck
Man, shit fucked up, but I still can't give up
But I still can't give up
To the next level
Man, I gotta get my shit together
God's plan can't be me broke forever
Gotta think more clever
Gotta figure out my way out
Which way? I done went all them routes
Okay, what I didn't try?
Fuck it, let me talk to the sky
I need guidance down here, Big Guy
I'm seein' too many die
Showin' me time ain't on our side
Never know when it'll be your time to ride
Gotta put your pride aside
Do whatever, put your car in drive
Gotta start from the bottom to skydive
We ain't got time to cry
We don't have tears, our eyes dry
When we feel pain, we just get high
Yeah, we just get high
Turn up your favorite song
Tryna get along where a nigga don't belong
Fucked up we call it home, but it ain't a home
They want us all gone, another bullet in our dome
But what's more fucked up, though
Is we gettin' killed and killin' our own folks
Niggas thinkin' they look tough, really lookin' slow
Back to jail, another slave for the white folks, damn