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 droppin' out like a miscarriage
I′m embarrassed, and I'm ashamed, I played a part in this devilish game
Makin' your common sense perish, but I ain′t taking the full blame

′Cause, most of you chumps runnin' 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 havin' 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, thinkin' you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep
Makin′ 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 fuckin′ 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 hos, and packing a bowl?
Well, let me guess, no
You′re only in school, because your parents make you go
And, 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 stealin′ 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 bein′ 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 bums
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

Writer(s): Marcus Hopson<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com