Scram Jones - Stained lyrics

[DJ On Point] The name of this sh** right here is called Stained [Sample- Staind: Outside] I'm on the outside and I'm looking in I can see through you, see your true colours Inside you're ugly, ugly like me I can see through you, see through the real you [Joe Budden] Lemme talk to them real quick It's, it's, it's what? It's that On Top music n***as said the only cat I cared about is myself When sh**'s thick, don't nobody's whereabouts but myself When you're faced with it all and your back's against the wall You'll be listenin' but all you hear about is yourself Tell me what you supposed to do when yourself ain't reliable You're lookin' in the mirror but yourself ain't desirable Need another n***a besides yourself on the side of you Can't listen to yourself, all he do is lie to you Now tell me who's supposed to have your best intrest When sh** ain't lookin' up, you start havin' less intrest Tryin' to leave the hood but the slugs keep commin' Keep chasin' the buck but the buck keep runnin' I don't trust nobody, I don't love nobody I don't f** with nobody but me, I can't lose No moves'll be funny and I never let myself down How so? I don't expect too much from me [Sample] I'm everything the hip hop critics try to slight Got no problem bringin' out the sh** hip hop hides So I do the club sh** for the blind, they can't see You write some substance and sometimes they can't read Needle in the haystack, hidden j**el the most So fly, down to earth, he's so cool to most A regular hood n***a with he's two the most And he's so smart, he's stupid. Still a fool to most Tell me how could somebody so sane, be so off So normal, he's not. It's so strange, he's so lost And you're lookin' for someone to blame, there's no fault Now you're feelin' all this pain, there's no source Eyes open, I can't blink right now, I can't think right now Bartender, I need a drink right now Pen movin' but there's not enough ink right now Not a ship you can't sink right now [Sample] T-shirt filthy n***a, eyes lookin' like a guilty n***a Beard look like he's a Philly n***a Fistball like somebody tryna steal me n***a I pour my heart out on wax, you gotta feel me n***a And no over the counter that can heal me n***a Gun co*ked like there's some n***a tryna k** me n***a And try whatever it is you tryna deal me n***a 'Lest they got some new sh** that might grill me n***a I pull out like break me off, peel me n***a The games short like I owe you, bill me n***a Unless you're a thick b**h that might appeal to me n***a Naw don't beat me down, don't drill me n***a I'm like really n***a, I'm too ill to these n***as How long you think this games gonna conceal me n***a Even if I don't scan a few milly my n***a I fell and I got up and I'm still me n***a [Talking] It's, it's, it's what? It's that On Top music