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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
Trick Daddy
Trick Daddy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Bridges
Christopher Bridges
Songwriter
M. Young
M. Young
Songwriter
Fred Stamand
Fred Stamand
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heazy
Heazy
Producer
Dale Ramsey
Dale Ramsey
Recording Engineer
Josh Monroy
Josh Monroy
Recording Engineer
Bryan "B" Baldwin
Bryan "B" Baldwin
Recording Engineer
Joey P.
Joey P.
Recording Engineer
Scott Kieklak
Scott Kieklak
Recording Engineer
James Weis
James Weis
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, you feel that As I take you to them dirt roads, deep down in your southern roots Where nobody said life was gon' be easy And we travel through this emotional roller coaster called life And we have our ups and downs Just keep in mind, when you hit rock bottom There ain't nowhere to go but up, baby Just all about how you deal with it, ya feel me Listen here When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world Man, ever since life's been a gamble, my life's been in shambles Double-edge swords burning both sides of the candle But Chris, you can't handle the truth Don't wanna face reality So lower than accept my apology Please, like when police say freeze And I ain't do shit but I'm down on my knees It's a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away I charge the game and put my problems on layaway A black man but I feel so blue So I smoke green and purple 'til my dreams come true And my eyes turn red, the sky turns gray Children slangin' white in the hood, we call it yay Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road Then we write my script until my story's untold See, I got a little money and my life's sped up Now I'm fallen and I can't get up When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world I had a dream about a dope fiend And it's strange 'cause he get a Bentley right away Seem to get just for 'bout anything Pure survival, I want to talk with him He said he was too busy for that But I was more than willing the walk with him So as we walked, he talked and I just listened He said, ‽There's a big difference between crackers and niggaz†And he said, ‽White folks look out for the white folks†But uhh, black folks blame other black folks When there ain't enough black folks But yo, to make a long story short We need to pay more attention And do things that's way more convincing And he told me you know I wouldn't say something What's working or not Damn sure, wouldn't waste my time Tellin' you something that'll hurt you It's your fault for anything, if you done Stand for something that's for certain But niggaz don't be listenin' and that shit be hurtin' Not all of us but some of us And if we don't hurry up They gon bury each and every life of us When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world Sometimes I can't deal with my daily issues just being sober Life's a bitch and I can't control her I wish I could and sometimes to cry on we need a shoulder The government stand us up to run us over And in the hood, they don't seem to understand, goddamn What's really got me wondering, if this part of the bigger plan? Man, I smell something fishy going on It's way beyond blowing away the smoke from all of swishas going on There ain't much that I can do about it, no But preach the word, tell my peoples spend your money wisely, yup Don't be absurd by somethings that are fishy, like what Like at home, wake up and open your eyes to what the fuck is going on 'Cause they constantly getting rid of us, yup One by one, whether it's drugs or diseases or it's gun by gun I ain't no saint either, I feel I'm even doing wrong By using what's in this chorus to get through this song When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world When life seems hopeless It make a nigga lose focus Empty beer bottles and roaches Helps to get it off my chest 'Cause I'm so stressed And all I hear is fuck the world You know, y'all gonna mess around and keep on complaining 'Bout slavery and umm, that was over 40-50 years ago, you know Black folks need to move on No stay strong and umm, y'all keep playing with us crackers They gonna have your ass somewhat tied up, wired up Of the back roads of South Florida, Georgia, you know And they made the law, so this shit can't do nothing for you Can a church get an Amen, God for the thugs too, Amen
Writer(s): Christopher Bridges, Maurice Young, Fred Stamand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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