Hooded Love - Art of Rap lyrics

[Verse: Hooded Love] How can such rapper become famous and not real When feelings have him on what and what to not feel When I spit like this, and then I spit like that Hoes they want me back, when they hear a track Suddenly I am such an icon, now I don't think If I scream so what, then my favorite color is pink Naw just how I feel and welcome into the time Where a line, I could f** up and not gotta rhyme And people would love it as long as I shout em out If not these f*ggots would hate they'd sit around and they'd pout When music by Biggie and Pac was always respected But now good music is slowly looking like its neglected And we don't know who be good anymore These women strutin around like they all be a who*e Music is something so true I don't know maybe its you Who blew it away like it was caused like the flu Listen then you suddenly hearing a clue, that its comprehended The real rappers are apprehended To jail of broken bars, I wish I could be like the stars That we just wanna spit, and we don't need all those cars And we ain't really that worried on always getting this fame We relate so well we should f**ing be in the game f** f*g a** b**hes, who hate on a spirit When something hard drops they know it when they go hear it Art of Rap, I thought it was always meant to tell a story But truthfully some of these stories are starting to bore me When it causes, they all the same, they f**in wack You ether sipping on something or b**hes licking your sack Or maybe call me maybe thats what I told my baby That she is the one always, she can be my lady I want her forever , so shout out to saying never The fact I like a girl and I probably could never get her Is that for you know? Who to know? Who gone blow? Who's got flow? Now who's my hoe? As swag you know that I'm gone grow My ex said she had a lot of feelings hard to express With her sayin that I think that it is all for the best Feelings are ridden like they always holdin on In a song you hear me saying that somethings wrong And Hooded Love, complaining again about all these women Her, she could have my heart, but no chance is given These women complain about not finding any good guy When im right here and she said she ain't willing to try Man f** that, I ain't even feeling so worth it Women say try harder, f** do they even deserve it sh** whoa, would I become with out an an*logy But f** off is the truth , you ain't as bad as me I could take a million b**hes down with a verse Before you finish breakfast and then I get to dessert So f** it I be done , my expeditions on the way Poetry express, I rap like I got one mic, come today