Stuck ft. Mob Rule Lyrics

Send the troops I think I'm down bad

Ain't moved an inch feel like I'm stuck

But I'm hangin tough cuz as a pup my poppa told me shit get rough

And that's a damn fact

He said now son just keep your chin up high

Stay ten toes never bend, fold, break, niggas goin hate

But now daddy in brown bags

So I don't who I bring my problems to

Tuck my chin my squabble dude full throttle who else got a problem know who I'm talking to

Look, I could go all day with this

The ifs the what's the where's the hows the why a nigga ain't already famous shit

But,

Too many people dissecting my feelings

Fuck with the way that a nigga be healing

I pull out a Dutch, blow my smoke to the ceiling

I kill like a couple of shows then I dip

Never been a fan of the limelight

Back on the road to a home and my kid

Make niggas fans of the Dad life

My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck

I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up

Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut

I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck

My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck

I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up

Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut

I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck

My body hit the ground look I think I'm Stuck

I'm staring at the bottom of the bottle I fucked up

Been 3 damn days, in a row, in this rut

I keep trynna get it right but man down think I'm Stuck