[Verse 1: Hopsin]
Do you know what the fuck it's like
Stuck inside this hell hole with a rusted mic?
There ain't no buck in sight of sleepin' with the dust and mites
I scream because I ain't got the guts to cry
What the fuck did I ever do to be put here?
Is it because I'm a black nigga who looks weird?
I'm trynna make 2-11 a good year
But I don't even see a outlet I could steer
Every single morning when I be waking up
I be trynna develop a dope new-age rap
But before doing it, I go into the kitchen
To get me a couple noodles and a Kool-Aid pack
Motherfuckers wanna kill the momentum
When I kick a syllable, I never cut off the venom
See, I battle a lot of niggas but they don't get to win 'em
The minute I pin 'em, my pals where I'm hoping to send 'em, c'mon
My career's got no solution
Can't wear my contacts, I got no solution
Everybody keep on telling me I'm s'posed to do shit
If you was on the edge, how close would you get
To cuttin' the neck, for some fuckin' respect?
'Cause you stuck in the debt and they ain't cuttin' the check
The pain up in your chest, all the sudden ejects
'Cause you claim to rack it in but they wasn't impressed
Fuck that, I'ma clash back
You treated me like I'm a lab rat
I was the nigga that you would laugh at
Runnin' your mouth, talkin' mad crap
Last year I made 6 Gs, this year I have that
Back back 'fore your brains is blown
You finna step in the danger zone
Fuck a king, nigga, take the throne
Through the struggle I remain alone
If you feelin' me then sang along, c'mon
Do you know what the fuck it's like
Stuck inside this hell hole with a rusted mic?
There ain't no buck in sight of sleepin' with the dust and mites
I scream because I ain't got the guts to cry
What the fuck did I ever do to be put here?
Is it because I'm a black nigga who looks weird?
I'm trynna make 2-11 a good year
But I don't even see a outlet I could steer
Every single morning when I be waking up
I be trynna develop a dope new-age rap
But before doing it, I go into the kitchen
To get me a couple noodles and a Kool-Aid pack
Motherfuckers wanna kill the momentum
When I kick a syllable, I never cut off the venom
See, I battle a lot of niggas but they don't get to win 'em
The minute I pin 'em, my pals where I'm hoping to send 'em, c'mon
My career's got no solution
Can't wear my contacts, I got no solution
Everybody keep on telling me I'm s'posed to do shit
If you was on the edge, how close would you get
To cuttin' the neck, for some fuckin' respect?
'Cause you stuck in the debt and they ain't cuttin' the check
The pain up in your chest, all the sudden ejects
'Cause you claim to rack it in but they wasn't impressed
Fuck that, I'ma clash back
You treated me like I'm a lab rat
I was the nigga that you would laugh at
Runnin' your mouth, talkin' mad crap
Last year I made 6 Gs, this year I have that
Back back 'fore your brains is blown
You finna step in the danger zone
Fuck a king, nigga, take the throne
Through the struggle I remain alone
If you feelin' me then sang along, c'mon
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