Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 Song Lyrics

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 bumping RAW, with the shit blaring
Saying, "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 taking the full blame

'Cause, most of you chumps runnin' around, here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells, rotting from weed
You feeling 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 drinking and smoking, out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women, you trying to bang
Bumping new edition, is that all you think life really is?
Well, if so, then you're a fuckin' idiot

I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain, gimme it!
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from bagging these hos, and packing 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 pong, and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack 'cause
You're a fucking adult, with no skills at all
You don't read any books, or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing 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 something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then, you complain about your life, 'cause it ain't getting catered