Artist: Hopsin Album: Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 (S) Song: Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 Typed by: OHHLA [Hopsin] 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 bumpin RAW with the shit blarin Sayin "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 takin the full blame Cause most of you chumps runnin around here ain't never had strict parents All of your brain cells rottin from weed You feelin 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 drinkin and smokin out with your crew And chillin with clueless women you tryin to bang, bumpin New Edition Is that all you think life really is Well if so, then you're a fuckin idiot I honestly feel like grabbin your head and hittin it Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT! Do you even have any goals Aside from baggin these hoes and packin 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 pon and han out with your bros Yo, society's got you livin for a whack cause You're a fuckin adult with no skills at all You don't read any books or play ball You don't draw, you literally do nothin 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 somethin up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later Then you complain about your life cause it ain't gettin 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 actin like you want a guy with traits like Romeo Bitch that's a fuckin lie You always talk about how every man's fake And you can't take it and you want somethin 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 Pullin 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 niggaz 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 frontin 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 shoutin 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 Talkin '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 publically used And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fuckin confused Are you one for always bustin your tool With nothin to lose and somethin to prove to homies up in your crew Is it because you're sellin 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 hustlin 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 actin 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 Livin life in these streets, thuggin and startin shit with anybody mean mugging Look at you, a real nigga, thinkin 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 lon 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 youn who roam around in the slums See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums Hope the hour is lon when I'm rollin out with your tongue The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong All you menacin 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 makin 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 tryin to reveal mine I can guide you if you feel blind I just need you to be willin to journey into my ill mind