I'm a rich ratchet ghetto b**h Straight from the hood Hollywood can't be spelled without the hood I'm anti suburbs and all I do is smoke the herb I don't give a f** about these straight edge nerds I give guys a chance but they prove themselves to be dumb Even when I peer pressure them to believe knowledge is fun And my a**umption of all boys lives Is they just text girls and masturbate between replies Quality is hard to find It's also not the first things that's on my mind Cause I keep trying to erase the fact that my friends are alright With me being gone constantly Like they didn't even want me Now I'm too distraught To function properly I put efforts to no extent in my friends They said 'I forgot' I'm a disappointment I like to pretend that I'm not Go out of my way to impress those who think I'm strange They got nothing to say when I tell them I'm not ok Always had a bottle of champagne in my purse Always prepared to pop it Always telling me I'm lame and that I need to stop it At this point I live off it The constant energy and negativity and discouragement leaks and seeps Right into my brain it's hard to stay sane When the blame game is always my turn to play I'm so friendly yet so friendless I keep bending lines with precious Criminals who claim innocence I'm not good enough cause I'm best Money, love, hoes We either love them or we don't I don't even smoke but these stoners still on me I'm uncool but hardly Rap game Bob Gnarly