[Verse 1]
I been out my mind, going crazy for the hell of it
Tell 'em, "Tell a bitch, I'll forever be a part of something relevant"
I'll forever be lookin' to where I never been and yellin' college ave
If you fuckers need evidence, what set? Thug vets be meddlin'
Witnessing a vision of religious drug peddlin'
Graceland avenue, still afraid to intersect it
So I took the album cover right up on the intersection
Oh God, man, I gotta move
I see 'em blowing up and fuck it, man, I want it too
Roll up at the house party, peace to Drayco
Throw them sets up if you wanna get the pay load
Lay low, motherfuckers in my face though
What you fucking up my day for? All I really wanna do is rap
Fuck a local rapper popping out the culdesac
I'm working food service for minimum wage
And I'm waitin' bi weekly for the money in my bank
Meanwhile, man, I'm going broke, going broke
Meanwhile, brother nodding off doing dope
Meanwhile, momma still paying bills
When I told her that I'd make it all real, and I will
But I'm still just a piece of shit rapper with a website
And, "Fuck the world," be my sex life
[Verse 2]
I got a problem, can you help me out?
I hate myself, and confident that I'ma let you down
Reminisce as a kid I'm convinced
I been depressed ever since, fuck it, oh God
Livin' with it 'til I die
And I ain't getting rich until I try
I ain't gonna make shit 'til I feel the vibe
This make me sick, so tell me which type of ill am I?
Is it all my head? Is it all gon' make 'em follow if I talk like I'm dead?
I'ma fall in my bed or make a song, or instead
I'ma empty out my mind like I got shot in the head, oh God
They on the block poppin' lead, remember when they beat me in the street 'til I bled
White sheets, red drops in my bedspread
My best bet to forget what's in my head or accept it
Fuck it, man, I guess it's good
Still ridin' 'round slow in the neighborhood
Rapping and they tell me that I can't do what a label could
Shit, I guess I'll do it if the paper's good
I'm the man, I'm the man, are your papers good?
I'm the man, immigrate and I'ma stay for good
I'm the man, so tonight I'ma lay the wood
But I'm still unstable
I been out my mind, going crazy for the hell of it
Tell 'em, "Tell a bitch, I'll forever be a part of something relevant"
I'll forever be lookin' to where I never been and yellin' college ave
If you fuckers need evidence, what set? Thug vets be meddlin'
Witnessing a vision of religious drug peddlin'
Graceland avenue, still afraid to intersect it
So I took the album cover right up on the intersection
Oh God, man, I gotta move
I see 'em blowing up and fuck it, man, I want it too
Roll up at the house party, peace to Drayco
Throw them sets up if you wanna get the pay load
Lay low, motherfuckers in my face though
What you fucking up my day for? All I really wanna do is rap
Fuck a local rapper popping out the culdesac
I'm working food service for minimum wage
And I'm waitin' bi weekly for the money in my bank
Meanwhile, man, I'm going broke, going broke
Meanwhile, brother nodding off doing dope
Meanwhile, momma still paying bills
When I told her that I'd make it all real, and I will
But I'm still just a piece of shit rapper with a website
And, "Fuck the world," be my sex life
[Verse 2]
I got a problem, can you help me out?
I hate myself, and confident that I'ma let you down
Reminisce as a kid I'm convinced
I been depressed ever since, fuck it, oh God
Livin' with it 'til I die
And I ain't getting rich until I try
I ain't gonna make shit 'til I feel the vibe
This make me sick, so tell me which type of ill am I?
Is it all my head? Is it all gon' make 'em follow if I talk like I'm dead?
I'ma fall in my bed or make a song, or instead
I'ma empty out my mind like I got shot in the head, oh God
They on the block poppin' lead, remember when they beat me in the street 'til I bled
White sheets, red drops in my bedspread
My best bet to forget what's in my head or accept it
Fuck it, man, I guess it's good
Still ridin' 'round slow in the neighborhood
Rapping and they tell me that I can't do what a label could
Shit, I guess I'll do it if the paper's good
I'm the man, I'm the man, are your papers good?
I'm the man, immigrate and I'ma stay for good
I'm the man, so tonight I'ma lay the wood
But I'm still unstable
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