LYRIC

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it

I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at

Who 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 your common sense perish

But I ain't taking the full blame

Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents

All of your brain cells rotting from weed

You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete

You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see

With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat

But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be

Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep

Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean

While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"

You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'

When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?

Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew

And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition

Is that all you think life really is

Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot

I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it

Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!

Do you even have any goals

Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl

Well let me guess- No

You're only in school because your parents make you go

When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros

Yo, society's 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 cause you idolize rappers that do

And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"

And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you

How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor

You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later

Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered

Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater

You wanna succeed, you have to try

Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide

Your friends are lowlifes, 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 traits like Romeo

Bitch that's a fucking lie

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 your makeup and damn bracelets

And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking

Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making

Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station

One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it

But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement

You want Romeo, then act patient

And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'

It's the club, where guys put on a new persona

After they get loaded with a few coronas

They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of

Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em

Then when they leave you, you cry and cry

Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy

I've spent 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

You're nasty and probably got herpes

Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching

Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working

The term "real nigga"'s publicly used

And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused

Are you one for always busting your tool

With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew

Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot

And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed

Like it's fun to be you

But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through

Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop

Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve

Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal

It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog

And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball

I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public

You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too

You'll get old and be nothing

Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging

Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool

Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you

'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through

Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move

Your real nigga talk seems bogus

A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it

And his future doesn't seem hopeless

A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused

So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong

You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song

You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums

See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bum

Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue

The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong

All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese

And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop

They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see

They purposely making the innocent weak

My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me

Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time

It is hard, and sometimes 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

Hopsin - ILL MIND OF HOPSIN 5 - lyrics
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