Man I hate rap
But if the shoe fit’s, wear it
I’ve become a freak of nature all of kids stare at
Walk around bumping raw, with the s*it blaring
Saying ‘fu*k school’ and dropping out like a miscarriage
I’m embarra*sed, and I’m ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making ya common sense perish
But I ain’t taking the full blame
Cuz most of you chumps running around here ain’t never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
Feeling like if you ain’t got it life’s not as complete
You having sex with every mother fu*k*ng body you see
With a past so dark, that satan would jump out of his seat
Still you out on these streets, thinking you as hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead
So you just follow the sheep
Making sure your name and swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite is like yeah he got it from me
You’ve been brainwashed, by a fake life that you’re used to living
When I say fun, what do you envision?
Prolly drinking and smoking out with your crew and chillin, with clueless woman you trying to bang
Bump, a new addition
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so then you’re a fu*k*ng idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing you’re head and hitting it
Matter fact you don’t even deserve a brain gimme it!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing the bowl
Well lemme guess no
You’re only in school, because you’re parents made you go
And all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bro’s
Yo, society has got you living for a whack cause
You’re a fu*k*ng adult with no skills at all!
You don’t read any books or play ball
You don’t draw you literally do nothing at all!
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don’t have because you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is ‘I got money and it’s stacked to the roof’
And now you think it’s just going to magically happen to you how?
Yo lazy a*s don’t commit to labour
You pick something up, try it out and put it down two minutes later
And then you complain about your life because it ain’t getting catered
Now who ever trys to call you out on your bulls*it’s a hater?
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you’ll get older and regret it all because you can’t provide
Your friends are low lifes, don’t act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice
Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with trait’s like Romeo
You always talk about how ‘every man’s fake
And you can’t take it, and you want something real’
Shut up, tramp save it
Twice a week you put on you’re make up and damn places
From here to the club, half naked with ya a*s shaking
Pulling a low life nig*a, who claim he cash making
So you let him hit, find out he work at the gas station
One of them nig*as got you pregnant, and you can’t raise it
But you caused it, your action’s made a fat statement
You want Romeo then act patient
And stop frontin’ like he in the club, posting in the back waiting
It’s the club, where the guys put on a new persona
They go to looking for beautiful, brainless, bit*hes like you to bone them
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking about ‘omg,omg i can’t find a guy
It’s been so many years and I’ve tried and tried
Why am I even on earth? I should die!’
You want Romeo?
You’re not worthy
You’re cock thirsty, nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find
Is to stop searching
Try a new formula, because your last ones not working
The term real nig*a is publically used
And I need to know what it means because I’m fu*k*ng confused
Are you one? For always busting your two, with nothing to lose and something to prove, the homies up in your crew
Is it because you’re selling drugs to get loot?
And brag about how you been shot and stabbed like it’s fun to be you?
But your life is a struggle, and you’re just hustling through
Nah you hamster a*s nig*a, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can’t evolve?
Because you in the streets acting like Neanderthals
It’s clear that you can’t stand the law
And all you interested in is fighting,rapping and basketball
I can’t even fu*k with you, because if we out in public
He gon’ get caught stealing some s*it, and get my a*s in trouble too
You get old and be nothing, living life in these streets
Thugging and starting s*it with anybody mean looking
Look at you, a real nig*a, thinking you’re lifes cool
Girls used to turn me down, for guys who were like you
‘Till you grabbed their heart and shoved a spear head right through
Then they regret it because it wasn’t the right move
You’re real nig*a talk seems bogus
A real nig*a don’t brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn’t seem hopeless
A real nig*a stays out of jail, handle s*it and he keeps focused.
So all you rappers who soul is out in the wrong, you inspired the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to, who roam around in the slums, this is what happens when rap is overcrowded with bums.
Hope the hour is long when I’m rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know my power is strong
All you menacing freaks, only in it for cheese and the ma*s control limit was breached
They only in it for cheese, and any eye witness can see
They purposley making the innocent weak, my existence on this planet’s for you
I ain’t only here to benifit me, yo we need to make a change while there’s still time
It is hard, and at times I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind, I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind.