Hopsin

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 shit blaring
Saying 'fuck school' and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed, 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 ass 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 bullshit'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 ass shaking.
Pulling a low life nigga, who claim he cash making.
So you let him hit, find out he work at the gas station.