Witt Lowry - Tried To Be Nice lyrics

It's Mr. Hi, yeah, it's me again So sad, I need a friend Thought ya'll could sedate Your mistake was putting a needle in Ya'll broke skin Now all the demons, they keep on creepin' in Your mouth is full of sh** I might hit the lip when I piss in it I took a pic and posted it on my Twitter like What's happenin' I hope I can get a couple likes and find a badder b**h With nice tits A nice a** Some nice lips A nice rack She said, "you're coming too quick" I said b**h you define fast I look up at the clock, how much time pa**? One minute Oh yeah, you know a minute was straight drillin' that fine a** She said, "I think you're lyin'. I'm tired and where's the wine at? And where is all the weed, I'm in need of something to climax" I said Okay, uh, well let me see what I got I start to search around my house, I found my ex-girl's top I went from soft to jacking off, now I'm in need of a mop Then I hear her yellin' from my room, "Mark I said I want pot" Destined to flop Cause look at all the bullsh** on top My only chance at success is if Kanye tells me to stop While I'm at the Grammy's and they hand me the award for best pop I think I'm joining One Direction now that Malik is lost Need a moment to pause I wanna say Hi Miss Swift If you ever gave me the chance, I could show you my dick I could send you a pic I don't care if Harry doesn't like Witt Like B and J, Witt And Taye could take over this sh** We could take over this sh** Me and you, we could take over this sh** But for real, though So why did you send your daughter to college here in the first place? You pay 20k and your daughter became a s**m bank Was f**in' five guys on the first day She learned how to s** a dick and still hasn't experienced her first A (damn) She's lookin' up from her knees She knows about whiskey neat, double D's and the trees She's gettin' high because the last guy, he left her with ease Asking him, "Please don't leave, you said you loved me" On Tinder swiping right like which b**h go'n f** me? You know that I'm the man, five grams of protein and some money And girls are saying they love me And guys are wishing they was me I'm offering nothing more than a washboard on my tummy It's funny I might go name my next album Tha Carter VII And sell a bunch of copies outside of 7 Eleven And make it sound like sh** so no one can comprehend it Baby must have f**ed your ears And then career Cause you ain't sellin' I'm not dissin' who you think I'm dissin' It's someone different I try to be nice and no then one listens So I'm pissed And if I hear another b**h try to tell me how she is different Like, "I never get around" But her p**y I fit my fist in Insisting that I'm so jealous I'm jealous of who? Your screws are loose for you to think I'm jealous of you You're lame and never made anything but balls turn blue Tellin' the truth And when offended, then I'm talkin' 'bout you And I'm talkin' 'bout you Stupid a** b**h f** you, you, you and you I must be over privileged cause I comb my hair While I'm looking through Wal-Mart, Target and Kohl's for some clothes to wear You stupid f**, I got a hairy pair Just for you to s** And if I bust, I might just bust in your hair Because I aim high We are not the same guy You are just a lame with no brain and a day job My dad, he got laid off Too drunk off the Jager Still drove me all around the town Wow, thanks, pa! You could have f**ing k**ed me I could have been dead Your only purpose on this earth is your s**m and now look what you did You created the greatest rapper to live And when I'm standing at the Grammy's Hi, Granny! b**h you ain't worth sh** Look at me win I had a friend and he's irrelevant now Come to find out Found his tongue in my ex-girl's mouth Karma's a b**h And the last I heard you was surfing the couch And day you go out is a day I feel bad for the ground You're stealing my sound You're wack and I don't wanna collab' Look at your past I'm counting every rapper line that you jacked You sound like me if I could s** on my sack Like, "Witt, drop sh** so I can copy it and say I can rap" I've come to attack You bottom feeder f**s, I'mma blast Stealing your art And then your lyrics You're not real, you're an app Not tweetin' you back You're honestly the parrot of rap You're making me laugh I'm everything the rap game lacks In fact Go ahead, compare to the greatest again They said that Em sounds like Nas And Hop sounds like Em And I sound like Hop So where do we end? Stop comparing me Comparing what you can't comprehend Can't wrap your head around the fact that I'm just nice with a pen I'm standing up and talking sh**, I'm never one to pretend Never one that would blend I'm not Eminem and I'm not Lennon I'mma lead a generation and pick it up where they left it It's Witt