I'm just a cyberbully trespa**ing on the public grounds
The f**ing town looks for reasons just to cuff me now
Hip hop is dead, six feet underground
Sk**ful remain k**ed though unless we're lucking out
But who are you for judgment? If you don't like it, f** it
Listen to Wayne, 2 Chainz, society's in love with
sh** I'd bump it too, had they used a newer subject
But real life is like nothing to them with their budgets
New sh** learning, old sh** knowing
Locating the stepping stones and tip-toeing
I've been told just to turn the other cheek
But my face is so swole, another slap will make me bleed
See, there comes a point in a man's life
Taking a stab-in-the-dark choice with no flashlight
Where he stands up for himself, been running like hell
So he composes, until he breaks his joints and he can't write
But that's life, that's what all the people say
I was shot down July and hope to fly in May
And hey, frankly I'm not expecting you to care
I'm used to people leaving when I most need them there
And yeah, I'm used to rudeness and the loose communications
I'll stick with doing music over month or two relations
And baby, if you find anything offensive
Just call the cops on me or try to get me suspended
Because even my brain's in handcuffs