Hypocrite

Yo All these fucking people Fucking complaining about every fucking little thing Drives me fucking crazy, I swear to God Like shut the fuck up No one cares Fucking walking around talking like everybody cares about your fucking problems It's fucking ridiculous Maniac talking, popping off at the jaws to anyone that's involved Ain't playing these rap songs? I'm popping that shock value So much I lost count of Shit I said but run you're mouth and get knocked out I've had it up to here, been at it for three years Don't matter cuz these tears are about all dried up Now I'm bouta take off, someone get me the launchpad, it's war motherfucker Compare me Al-Qaeda Swear I'll hit my target, bitch I ain't lost sight of Now I'm in a position, the shit's about to get different The only options to make it and grind till I cost diamonds Everything I know fell apart and I'm not lying Almost to the point where rather go get a shotgun Take your money from you and then I'ma still pop ya Apparently the style I have's just not proper For some reason this genre off rap is not popular Pissed off at the world, I think I'ma start tweaking Bitch I'm not sure, I feel like I stopped breathing I suffocate myself till I'm feeling the pulse beating Such a strain on my health, but fuck it I stopped eating Need the hunger to push me take me outa the canopy I just really want to be taking care of my family Support the man who raised and who always took care of me Cuz everything that's happened don't fucking seem fair to me Outlandish shit I say filled with venom Not how I planned this I swear but still I Throw tantrums daily, but that don't phase me I work too hard for this shit I pout, can't stand the way I feel within I'm About to vanish real quick but then I Know I can't, I'm angry, that's how they made me I know that karma's a bitch I'm toxic, I spit fucking stomach acid when talking I vomit at the sound of you motherfuckers that's soft as a motherfucking feather Fuck you, go get a backbone I'll pick you up and spin you around like a fucking rag doll Bitch about the fact that nobody fucking likes you Be a bitch to everybody then act like you're suicidal When there's real shit in this world but you sit there in disbelief when You don't treat others how you would wanna be treated This whole new style I swear I just don't get it Finger nails painted and choker chains on their necks And all these new artists just sound the same it's pathetic They just mimic Wayne with half the talent and credit They all fucking suck I just hope that they don't inspire The next artist up with their ghost writer they hired They lucked into the fame They just suck with their lame boring ass flow with no energy on the stage I feel like a hypocrite, I just bitch at shit But I don't give a fuck about your problems Cuz I won't solve them, that shit just bothers me What do you think this is? But then I complain about the shit I deal with Expecting y'all to just pretend to feel it And be involved and pretend I'm popular I feel like a hypocrite I'm not done, thought it's bad in the last verse? I just got drugged and started yapping these bad words More to come, bitch you better just strap your Seatbelt in the buckle, won't bite my tongue for these bastards Fuck these little groups and these boy bands, and this punk rock Hip-hop mashed up genre that these fucks want Whatever happened to pure rapping for earned status This current crap is equivalent to a dirt nap and No role model, swear to God I'll just load hollows point it at her lungs and pull that shit if She don't swallow That's what it's like when you talk to me, there's no urgency I don't like talking so spare me the common courtesy Listening to problems is like describing a murder scene But I have the audacity to ask 'em stop ignoring me Ironic ain't it? It's funny it just occurred to me If I don't make connections it's clear that you've never heard of me I don't want attention, that just sounds like a nightmare I'm a hypocrite, that's complaining "why ain't life fair?" Yeah right there, exactly what I hate most I just fight air and punch the wall in the same holes A metaphor that ain't hit but came close Like my catalogue, I just make shit that ain't blow Yeah I know it's a fucking cliché, but you can suck my dick till your throats sore and your knees ache Think I'm letting up? Well it's clear that you don't see straight But I understand it, really, because these days Top artists are Future or lil T Jay And I'm not hating, well maybe just a wee, aye Still pissed off at the world, kick stomp and I slur lyrics off of the top till you listen when I'm dropping a verse Fuck anyone who don't like me, it's not gonna work Get stripped bare, take the cloth, let it burn I feel like a hypocrite, I just bitch at shit But I don't give a fuck about your problems Cuz I won't solve them, that shit just bothers me What do you think this is? But then I complain about the shit I deal with Expecting y'all to just pretend to feel it And be involved and pretend I'm popular I feel like a hypocrite I feel like a hypocrite, I just bitch at shit But I don't give a fuck about your problems Cuz I won't solve them, that shit just bothers me What do you think this is? But then I complain about the shit I deal with Expecting y'all to just pretend to feel it And be involved and pretend I'm popular I feel like a hypocrite