Marcus Hopson - Ill Mind of Hopsin 5 lyrics

[Verse 1] Man, I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumpin' Raw with the sh** blarin' Saying "f** school!" and droppin' out, like a miscarriage I'm embarra**ed and I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game Making your common sense perish But I ain't takin' the full blame, ‘cause most of you chumps runnin' around here ain't never had strict parents All of your brain cells rottin' from weed You feelin' like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete You havin' s** with every-motherf**in'-body you see With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat But still you out in these streets, thinkin' you hot as can be Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep Makin' sure your lame swag is all polished and clean While your favorite rapper's like, "Yeah, he got it from me." You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin' When I say the word fun, what do you envision? Probably drinkin' and smokin' out with your crew and chillin' With clueless women you tryin' to bang, bumpin' New Edition Is that all you think life really is? Well, if so, then you're a f**in' idiot I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; give me it! Do you even have any goals Aside from baggin' these hoes and packin' a bowl? Well, let me guess—no You're only in school because your parents make you go When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with the bros Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause You're a f**in' adult with no sk**s at all You don't read any books or play ball You don't draw—you literally do nothing at all! Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits You don't have, ‘cause you idolize rappers that do And all they say is, "I got money and it's stacked to the roof." And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you? How? Your lazy a** don't commit to labor You pick somethin' up, try it out And put it down two minutes later Then you complain about your life ‘Cause it ain't gettin' catered Now whoever tries to call you on your bullsh**'s a hater? You wanna succeed, you have to try Or one day you'll get older and regret it all ‘Cause you can't provide Your friends are lowlives, don't act surprised Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice [Verse 2] Girls, stop acting like you want a guy With traits like Romeo—b**h, that's a f**in' lie! You always talk about how every man's fake And you can't take it And you want somethin' real—shut up, tramp, save it! Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club half-naked with your a** shakin' Pulling a lowlife n***a who claim he cash-makin' 'Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station One of them n***as got you pregnant and you can't raise it But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement You want Romeo, then act patient And stop frontin' like he in the club posted in the back waitin' It's the club, where guys put on a new persona After they get loaded with a few Corona's They always shoutin' and wild out With habits that very few condone of, then they look for beautiful brainless b**hes like you to bone 'em Then when they leave you, you cry and cry Talking 'bout, "Oh my god, I can't find a guy I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried Why am I even on Earth? I should die." You want Romeo, you're not worthy You're co*k-thirsty, you're nasty and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to finding is to stop searching Try a new formula, ‘cause your last one's not working [Verse 3] The term "real n***a" is publicly used And I need to know what it means, ‘cause I'm f**in' confused Are you one for always bustin' your tool With nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove To homies up in your crew? Is it because you're sellin' d** to get loot And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed Like it's fun to be you? But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustlin' through? Nah, you hamster-a** n***a, you just stuck in a loop Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve? ‘Cause you in the streets actin' like a neanderthal It's clear you can't stand the law You're lost as an abandoned dog And all you're interested in is fightin', rappin', and basketball I can't even f** with you ‘Cause if we out in public, you gon' get caught stealin' some sh**, and get my a** in trouble, too You'll get old and be nothin' Livin' life in these streets, thuggin' And starting sh** with anybody mean-muggin' Look at you, a real n***a, thinkin' your life's cool Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you 'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move Your real-n***a talk seems bogus A real n***a don't brag about being real as long as he knows it And his future doesn't seem hopeless; a real n***a stays out of jail, handles sh**, and he keeps focused [Verse 4] To all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song You go to prowl on the young who roam around in the slums See, this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums Hope the hour is long when I'm rollin' out with your tongue The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese And the ma**-control limit was breached—f** hip-hop! They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see They purposely makin' the innocent weak My existence on this planet's for you I ain't only here to benefit me Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time It is hard, and sometimes I struggle tryin' to reveal mine I can guide you if you feel blind I just need you to be willin' to journey into my ill mind