Jahlil Beats - Piece Of Mind lyrics

[Intro] I think it's time, for me to give them a piece of my mind [Verse 1] It's funny how everybody thinks they know me Didn't talk to me in highschool, now you want to get to know me? Well, I guess that's cool But most people from my school are either stuck up b**hes or dudes acting like f**ing tools I'll take a hater, make him grab on my rope Tell him “I'll take him to the top, just put that rope around your throat” Then when we get up there I'll dangle him from the stairs His dumba** still be like "What the f** is going on here?" Many don't want to get me started To the people I hurt, I'm sorry I really hope that I can still come to your pitty party Nobody's safe, so duck for cover I don't really give a f**, but that's just cause I got no rubber I Must Be A f**ing a**hole With This sh** Coming Out Of My Mouth f** With Me, You Might Come Home To A Guy With A Clown Ass On Your Couch I'm Just Kidding, Maybe Not I'm The sh** I'm Raving Hot And I'm So Horny, But I Got No Lube, So I'll Just Use Some Applesauce Hate Me All You Want, But Telling It You Know What Happened I'm Like The White Lil' Wayne Mixed With A Bit Of Bob Saggin' Huh That's What People Say I'll Jump On A Boat And Sail Away And Now I'm On An Island Where They're Sharks And All The Skies Are Gray I'm Just So Tired Of These Dumb Ass b**hes, They Come Home, The Dad At Work And The Mom In The Kitchen Log On To Facebook, Putting Up A Status They b**hing About How Much They Hate Their Lives When Their Families The Richest How Many Problems Do You Really Think That You Have? Your Biggest Last Week Was Whether You Should Buy A New Cat Now I'm Spitting Homie, Move Back Enough Balls To Fill Two Sacks And They Say “You're A Rapper? When You Gonna Get A New Tat?” Well, Why You Try To Put Me Into A Box? They Say I'm Acting Crazy, Just Haven't Been Sleeping Alot Now All My Dreams Turn To Nightmares, Where I Only Have Five Hairs And Pull Em' Out, Listening To A Dumb b**h And A Tight Pair The Way These Girls Act, Man It Makes Me Sick They're Starving Always Searching For Attention And sh** And When You're Going To Work Girl, Don't Upload A Pic And When You're Brushing Your Teeth Girl, Don't Upload A Pic! sh**! Nobody Really Cares That Much About Your Life I'm Sorry, I'd Rather Watch A Fly Eating Pie, Than To Look At Pictures From Every Second Of Your Life It's Like My Newsfeed Is A Pool, And Your Trying To Drown My Eyes People Always Hate, So I Ask Them What They Don't Like They Say,“I Haven't Listened To You, But I Heard You're Alright, But If I Listened This Is Probably Something I Wouldn't Like.” And I'm Just Like,“Shut Up s*ut, You're A Drunk Mess Right?” You Really Are A Hoe And Girl You Can't Deny It Cause I Just Over Heard You Talking Bout' A Dirty Pirate And How You Swore It How You Still Have It Under Your Eye Lid And How The Guy Was Big And Hairy And His Name Was Tidus Hating On Other Rappers, Yeah That Ain't Me So Many People Talk About No Way Hes Better Than Me But When Yo' Albums Both Dropped, He Sold Tons Of Cd's And Then You? You Sold None, How Are You Better Than He Is? See, Promote Yourself That's All Part Of The Game You Say You Have k**a' Lyrics, But Yo' Songs Aren't Playin' And Then You Blame It On The Fact That He Gets Radio Play? Stop Whining And All Just Grind Or Get Out Of The Game I Have To Admit, I Do Talk Myself Over Bit But, That's Only Because I Know One Day I'll Actually Live It Mazer With It, Always Going Cause There Ain't No Finish, So If You Trynna Stop Me, You Better Become A Winner Now, Love How People Talking sh** Are The Ones That Have No Potential And All Of Them Will Copy Me With A Lyrical Pencil f** It I'll Be Happy If You Wanna Be Me, I Mean I Am A Cool Rapper Working Towards A Degree. Gee I'm Kinda Flattered, My Heart Is Going “Pitter-Patter” Thinking Bout' Going To College Just To Become A Rapper I'll Do Whatever, Who Cares What I Do? So I Sit In The Back Of Cla** Writing Raps Cause They Good This Girl Was Like,“ Hey Mark, Or Should I Call You Witty? I Heard That You're A Rapper, Do You Record In The City? And Aren't You From The Suburbs? I Bet Your Music Is sh**ty. Cause I Know Tons Of Other Rappers And They All Film Pretty. You're Probably Just Another Freck Rapper Trying To Get Big. Well, I Know Rappers From The City That Sounds Better Than Big. I Haven't Heard Them, But That's What They Tell Me And sh**. Good Luck On Your Career, I Hope I Wasn't Being A b**h!” First Off, Um Never f**ing Label Me! And Girl You're So Fake I Thought That You Were f**ing Make-Believe! Save Your Luck Full Of B When It's Only 8 Degrees I Don't Really Care If Some Dumb b**h Wants To Hate On Me What Else Is On My Mind? I Think I'm Running Out Of Time I'm Already Four Pages Deep Inside My Little Book Of Rhymes Hold On! I See The Finish Line But, I Still A Little Time To Fat Right Lines And Show You All I Can f**ing Rhyme. Yeah You Wanna Talk Behind My Back? I Hope You Like The View Back There You Should Be Kissing My Ass I Rappin' Slow, I Rappin' Fast, I Do It New And f** The Past And I'm Schooling Anyone That Isn't Going To Cla** b**h! *Laugh* [Outro (Witt Lowry)] *Music*