| If it ain’t one thang, its another |
| Its always somethin, sometimes I wonder how I don’t go under |
| I, always seem to get myself in trouble |
| I always stumble, you wouldn’t believe me if you’d seen me after I die. |
| (If it ain’t one thang) Its some other thang, (If it ain’t one thang) Its some |
| other thang |
| (If it ain’t one thang) Its some other thang, (If it ain’t one thang) Its some |
| other thang. |
| I wanna be rich, I’m supposed to be caned |
| I’m tryna make a deal off the rhythms I made |
| But every time I think, I’m comin up in the game |
| I’m always runnin into some problems |
| So at the bottom, I still remain |
| I cant think like us |
| I didn’t eat last night |
| Cant sleep quite tight |
| Underneath street lights |
| And when I started slangin llelo |
| I made a little bankroll |
| Just my luck, the coppers hit the block and they paid for it. |
| So now I’m sittin in a cell |
| Still broke as hell, in jail |
| Cant pay bail |
| Got a nigga lock up, wont let me out |
| I’m locked up, and it stressed me out |
| So I served a couple months so they finally released me |
| As soon as I hit the streets |
| I got to thinkin «jail was easy» |
| Cause man I had a place to sleep |
| But shit, at least they feed me |
| But now its back to bein needy |
| Livin, grind me, greasy. |