XV - What's Eating Gilbert Grape lyrics

[Verse 1] I swore that I'd stop Trying to figure out what's wrong with Hip-Hop After Soulja Boy dropped And everybody thought there was a diss to Mims Hell oh well, cause what the hell happened to him I worked years on a record And rappers all of a sudden started comin' droppin' songs they come up with in a second The radio plays it till' the public done had enough of it and needs somethin even dumber to replace it The quota hip-hop emcees are just as sad Metros' dressin' retro its just a fad Kanye might not be gay but y'all dressed like f*gs Tryin to be him and express, but man poppin' some tags I hate the fact that I sound just as mad As an abusive dad who's kids bedroom is trashed And I admit for a sec I was on the fence Cause that padded room got hot so I had to vent I miss the days where a rapper had to have some cents Before they even saw a dolla', imagine it I don't mean rappers that rap about laba-rynths And apartheid, and all kinds of bad-a** sh** What happened to freestylin' in the park till' it's dark Painting pictures from finish to start,like its an art Now all I see on 106th and park is dumb dances and rappers that'd I'd rather hear bark "Ya b**h ya!Publablalalapla ya b**h ya I'm paylalala" That's all I hear when these mo'f**as' rhyme and can't believe y'all got this mo'f**a' signed [Verse 2] Here we go everyone's a rapper like hand me flows When you know you wanna get a spin on the merry-go I don't care if you were 12 years old and priest saw your rear-view Even he wouldn't feel you People tell me f** it X, you can get a deal too Just make one of them songs to make em all hear you Then drop an album showcasing the real you And thats what all these new young rappers that get deals do n***as don't even spit that raw anymore They don't know a break from a Kit Kat bar They don't know the difference between a cla**ic and a hoopty And half they lives is out of a Martin Scorsese movie And fans shake they head in agreement with what I said When they ringtone is probably snap ya' finga', shake ya' leg We got to put an end to the bullsh**, indebted I said it And every single word, yep', I meant it Does it take a T-Pain feature for y'all to get it? Download my mp3 and not a snippet Make all my concerts free to get a ticket And you can quote me on all of these lyrics... And now you hear it [Verse 3] So what's eating Gilbert Grape? The fact that I'm filled with hate That makes a n***a feel this way Or maybe cause I gotta deal with hate,from n***as I don't know I could get k**ed today See I went against the wind and I'm into Tornado Alley So that's kinda tough when you in this state So while everybody was trappin' and bustin they macs I was opening the window, like William Gates My album Complex did amazing things for my city Alienated me from all the cats that ain't worked with me I charge four-sixteen and n***as like who is he But hustlers know time is money, and I gets busy So when n***as try to diss me I just laugh it out Cause I don't think they even know what they mad about Like local cats become rappers and of course they wanna' battle So I'm the default n***a they rap about Oh my, I got bigger things to do So I don't got time to sit and hate on yo mans No lie, my money tight like a Jew So why would I concentrate on yo' camp I came from the bottom to the top without a hand Without Craig and the Power 93 band Told em' mamma's gone and they said I'd never be one Payback's a b**h so I just want a refund Shooting for the stars while bars just wanna see one, and need one And have a baby bob on the cute one Sometimes I ask myself, what's the reasons? That I wanna be part of this game with what its become Thats the question that I dance around to And maybe on my album I'll have an answer for you But till' then I'll just keep dancing and snappin', smilin' and rappin' And just wait and see what happens