Symba - Can't Win For Nothing lyrics

You know
A bitch out here tryna do the right thing
Stay on course, you know?
I feel like I done wasted four
Years of my life in college
It's bitches out here suckin'
Dick and gettin' ahead like, damn
I'm tryna, you know, stay in motion
Do the right thing be God-fearing
You know, I was raised good but damn
A bitch tired i wanna go to the Turks too
I want my rent paid

And this for all the nights that we
Spent tryna come up with the rent
I'm tryna stay legit but this
Shit ain't makin' me rich
Can't win for nothin', can't win for nothin'
When you at your lowest points
Some nights you feel alone
Even when you right, sometimes you feel wrong
I can't win for nothin'
Can't win for nothin'

I woke up this mornin' with all
These thoughts in my head
Jumped out the bed and stubbed
My toe on the edge (Ouch)
Girl who I was textin' last
Night left me on read
But I ain't tripping 'cause I hooked
Up with her homegirl instead (yeah)
My homie let me hold a
Few dollars to get ahead
I hit the trap and bought a few
Packs to get out the red
I'm tryna pay 'em back
This shit hangin' over my head
So with all that said
I gotta get to this bread
I'm sick of switchin' up my
Approach to get no results
They told me, "Work smarter, not harder"
I'm doin' both (Man)
Success feels further than ever
When you this close
It's like gettin' your cable cut on
And then you lose your remote
Through all the bullshit
It's hard to stay on track
I take two steps forward, four more back
For real that's how it falls when you
Got no one to call
They say you can't win 'em all
But I ain't winnin' at all

And this for all the nights that we
Spent tryna come up with the rent
I'm tryna stay legit but this
Shit ain't makin' me rich
Can't win for nothin', can't win for nothin'
When you at your lowest points
Some nights you feel alone
Even when you right, sometimes you feel wrong
I can't win for nothin'
Can't win for nothin'

I get paid on the third
The rent was due on the first
The 'Gram make me feel worse
They takin' trips out to Turks
My girlfriend mad 'cause her
Homegirl got a purse (Man)
For Valentine's Day
All she got was dick and dessert
You ever wake up some days and feel cursed?
Settlin' for dirt 'cause you
Never realized your worth
Just 'cause you prayed for it don't
Mean you ain't gotta work
Just 'cause you got a dream don't
Mean you puttin' it first
I'm on the phone with my homegirl
This what she said (What she said)
"Fuck all these degrees
I should be strippin' instead"
She feelin' like she gotta give
Head to get ahead when you believe in karma
You choose to play by the rules
And even when you do
You still feel like you lose
Which makes it hard to keep it
Consistent with all your move (Man)
That's how it falls when you
Got no one to call
They say you can't win 'em all
But I ain't winnin' at all (For real)

And this for all the nights that we
Spent tryna come up with the rent
I'm tryna stay legit but this
Shit ain't makin' me rich
Can't win for nothin', can't win for nothin'
When you at your lowest points
Some nights you feel alone
Even when you right, sometimes you feel wrong
I can't win for nothin'
Can't win for nothin'

I'm sick of workin' hard and
Doin' the right thing
Damn, they don't respect a good bitch
They don't respect good bitches
But you gon' make a monster out of me
You gon' make a monster out of me
All you niggas and you bitches
Fuck school, fuck doin' the right thing
Just like fuck stayin' the course
Fuck takin' the stairs
I'm finna go get my teeth done
Finna go get my body done, bitch
We outside this summer, fuck all that
I wanna get into the club, 1942 bottles
Niggas on my phone i'm sick of sayin', "No"
I'm goin', okay? 'Cause bein' a good bitch
It got me left outside
And it's cold out here, my feet hurt
I'm sick of this, I'm done