| Self, self-pity, self-self pity
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| Why the fuck is everybody else giddy?
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| I woke up and felt shitty
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| Matter fact I’ve felt the same all week
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| Let down on my last album on the shelf sitting
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| And I think I might need, help getting out of bed
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| Cause I’m here and I keep, spinning on a thread
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| I’m my own worst critic, and I gotta write a album
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| But I keep hating on my self, it’s like I get obsessed
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| Cause I hate what I write, say-say something tight
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| I be thinking too much wondering what they gonna like
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| I don’t got a lot of fans, I’m afraid that I might
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| Let 'em down if what I make don’t relate to them right
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| If it don’t, then they ain’t gonna buy my record
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| And if my second doesn’t sell better than the last
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| I’mma owe the record label cash
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| So it’s hard to relax and write raps
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| I be losing concentration sometimes
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| I look at what they sayin' online
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| Somebody unfollow me and call me out cause I ain’t respond
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| I’m behind on my dead-line, and I got a home life
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| To juggle ain’t no free-time
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| My manager callin' up, «what you got another deep song?
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| What is it this time, your lady, or struggle trying to be something?»
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| Not in the mood to write a weed song
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| I’m sitting giving myself a mental beat-down when I rap
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| I’m my own worst enemy the energy I have’s a waste
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| Cause I use it battling myself cause I’m a basket case
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| (Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case
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| (Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case
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| Lookin' at this glass of whiskey, wishin' I would pass away
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| But I’m always wishing for the worst cause I’m a basket case
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| (Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case
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| (Da, da, da, da) I’m a basket case
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| I can have conversation with rappers
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| I’m not an asshole to anyone unless I have a reason to be
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| But God forbid, if they ever had a buzz, or a name
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| Then I feel like we are equal, and these dudes always want a feature for free
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| I try to network and help 'em out, I just gave 'em a tweet
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| But I’m starting to wonder if the shoe was on the other foot
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| Would these motherfuckers do the same favor for me?
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| But, on the other hand, people think I’m all famous
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| I ain’t as paid as you think, when I tell 'em the price is
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| To get me on a record they are like it’s too expensive just to pay me a G
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| And I’m starting to feel guilty
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| Cause I’m known as the guy who never quit and never gave up his dreams
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| So I’m watching dudes tell me that I gave 'em motivation
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| Not to quit and they gon' try and do the same thing as me but
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| Only difference is, I spent fifteen plus years studying my favorite MCs
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| So I kept getting better some of y’all ain’t got it, can’t hear it,
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| what is blatant to me
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| And I don’t want to hurt they feelings so I tell 'em that the music that they
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| makin' is tight
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| But your image looks bad, and you suck, and you need to give up,
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| and you’re wasting your life
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| And it’s all my fault… damn
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| They tell me that I need to tweet more, but I feel kinda immature,
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| typing my thoughts online
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| Plus some fans that I got would probably hate me if they knew what type of shit
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| that crossed my mind
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| Cause I hate rap
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| Let me take that back, I just hate whack rappers for the most part
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| Even though I rap fast, I don’t like when people try to impress me with
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| double-time
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| And they be swearing that they go so hard
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| They don’t really even say shit
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| Anyone can rhyme, thinking that drinking and synching
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| The song I’m making, them figures dope, it ain’t about the speed
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| You gotta make it make sense
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| And did I mention that I really hate fake fans?
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| I don’t understand how one minute, everyone could be on your dick and they say
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| you hot
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| A year later, the same fan steady be talkin' shit 'bout the rapper,
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| actin' like they forgot
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| That’s how the shit works
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| First they love you, then they hate you, then they love you again,
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| you gotta toughen your skin
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| This kinda shit hurts
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| This music industry is dumb, dumber than the comments on YouTube
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| Sayin' that I use the N-Word? |
| (Hell Naw)
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| I don’t rap like that, I don’t hang around white boys who act like that
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| I done said too much, 'bout to snap, I’m mad
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| At the world, even I don’t really have my back when I rap it’s like… damn |