Big Baby Gandhi - This is the End lyrics

Dirty a** n***a don't nobody wana hear you talk About your s*utty b**hes, family problems or your issues Walls closing in now you contemplating suicide Sip a little liquor chicken biscuits from mama frys Pop a couple oxys got "La Haine" in my watch list Black fish renegade f** the world its a co*k tease Guess I was born this way guess its why I feel this way Only getting older holding grudges think they all should pay Let your hate fuel you pressure bakes noodles Karma oozing out your pockets but you got to stay true to you Just another n***a mode again what will they say when Tell me that I'm crazy? Well tell me why I ain't got sh**? Tell me why you lazy? Why n***as won't own up and be upfront about their short comings? Why they so fugazi? n***as tell me "eX rap about p**y and coke n***a" "you kind of fat like Ross, you should roll with that Boss image" Muthaf** a Bently and muthaf** the driver Four n***as riding in it but that Bently still empty I'm rapping for the [?] rapping for the off ones Rapping for the n***as who listen and let their souls burn Rapping for the awkward, beautiful losers Muffled by the world trying to please they friends Take your wack offers Ain't believe myself when I was talking that's that weak sh** Chinks in my armor, now them axes are starten' to seep in Ain't pierce the flesh though my life is a mess When I zone on my own I know I can do this Life's about the scary parts the easy parts are easy I live for the challenge of fame and dying for breathen' I live for the [?] and scramble for a reason A bridge to an*lo and Mario on the T.V The little albino one Al Bundy marathon Atori Norton getten' naughty at my every beckon and call Loser like Beck. I'm a [?] you with text That maneuvers like a snake in a pool of serpents That's the game for you The price of fame is awful The only thing I can Tell you is always pay your lawyer I visualize I live it its really that descriptive Really that simplistic Sicking n***as with they issues Solo in my room, sitting playing with my pistol I can put it to my head And make this whole sh**, still [Chorus(x8)] In the end, tell me was it really worth it? [Outro] What's a beautiful loser? The motherf**er that asks you for change at the corner store That smut b**h on your block that's everyone done co*ked out She's beautiful too, we all beautiful, but we the forgotten ones We the ones they over look. We never get voted cla** president Or best dressed. I should have gotten best dressed Like three years in a row But you know what, its okay I seen that n***a the other day on the train That n***a looks like sh** now That's not lying, true story But ay yo this is for the beautiful losers Don't hashtag me pa**ion no more Ain't no more pa**ion, ain't no more pa**ion