Chuuwee - Everybody Hates lyrics

[Intro] I know n***as are like Where the f** is he going with all of this? Just listen [Verse 1] I look into the barrel of a large ruger I'm lookin' in the eyes of the armed shooter I don't really think he had the bullets or the balls Do it, The sounds of guns bangin' Jackin' off to it I haven't been the same, I've been lost movin' Wonder how I would deal with the pain if I lost music Boy its so much on my brain its beyond music Wonder how that n***a kept it sane I'm about to lose it Just when I thought I was made for this Karma Sutra, that was when the whole Entire game f**ed me all fluid Do you listen to your conscious and keep it cool Try not to fight in front of y'all I do these in the school Try not to act like you the hardest over 22 and Bust it for no reason Tell me what kind of n***a are you I always kept it honest, thats just how I do I'm livin' life where they don't have no rules They just pack a tool Everything is different where we are, facing hardships Flagging down the most expensive cars, armed robbery Very much the same kind of project Thats mars..[?] Ya we just an experiment and I don't want no part of it [Chorus] They try to tell me Sex sells, television propels And those who follow suit Are the only ones who accel Don't you say a Microsoft Word and excel Murder is the appetite, we send it through the mail [Verse 2] I wake up everyday just like a College Student They don't have no course or no cla** for what I be doin' They say “i ain't got no cla**” I'm an honest human I don't want no flashy a** bags fancy car stupid He who casts the first stone, better change homes How you throwin' rocks from a stained gla** eight story Lately they just run they mouths like they can't close Till we pull up on ‘em shut it down, like they can't open I'm not interested in chains or a Range Rover I just want to k** the whole game, till its game over How much money can I obtain till my fames over I'm trying to get over like the bittersweetest hangover I only hangout on Google cause the days over The wait is over now that n***a Chuuwee came with folders I'm ‘bout to wake the whole game up straight vultures I'm ‘bout to wake the whole game up [Chorus] They try to tell me Sex sells, television propels And those who follow suit Are the only ones who accel Don't you say a Microsoft Word and excel Murder is the appetite, we send it through the mail