Rain
These eggshells, so many eggshells
Walk in the room, I'm lost in the tomb, just follow the sex smell
Lit with the loudie. You just listen around me
Finalizing time and 9-to-5 and drive
But damn if I leave this bitch whipping the Audi
I'm different, I swear that I'm different
I look in the mirror and practice my rap stance
Record deals slipping that "fat chance"
Stressing kill writtens, don't advance, no
Lost in the hype of the bedroom rapper, we're basically bastards
Dropped out of school to start rapping
So I could just pay for my FAFSA
Bitch it's like "Fuck em, cause fuck em"
Pull up my buckle and buck 'em
Lacking the structure to love 'em
Smoke til I'm dumb and don't function
I'm dead and I'm dying,
My head is just fried from these crumpled discussions
I'm crumbling, fuck it, I'm gone
Please smoke me up in the bong
Putting more effort into it, but screw it
Half of these people don't fuck with my songs, what, am I wrong?
What am I on? Everything's wrong
The surface is cracking, my purpose is blackened
I work and I rap and I stagnate
Perfectly capture the rat race
They say that I copy the black race, and shit, they might be right
I see why that give 'em a bad taste,
But shit, I'm just trying to write
I don't want nothing but bubble,
Crawl through the rough and the rubble
This rap shit is nothing but trouble
How y'all expect me to grow? I keep on cutting the stubble
Stuck in a bubble. Keep busting my bubble, that's bad news
They never could keep me in classrooms
I keep on showing my ass, just showing my ass,
I guess I'm a baboon
Huffing and puffing the gas,
Gassing me up like I been a damn Hess truck
Wishing me the best luck, see nobody told me that Ness sucks, no
Fuck man, fucking rain all up in the fucking session and shit?
Man, it's just like, fuck it
Walk in the room, I'm lost in the tomb, just follow the sex smell
Lit with the loudie. You just listen around me
Finalizing time and 9-to-5 and drive
But damn if I leave this bitch whipping the Audi
I'm different, I swear that I'm different
I look in the mirror and practice my rap stance
Record deals slipping that "fat chance"
Stressing kill writtens, don't advance, no
Lost in the hype of the bedroom rapper, we're basically bastards
Dropped out of school to start rapping
So I could just pay for my FAFSA
Bitch it's like "Fuck em, cause fuck em"
Pull up my buckle and buck 'em
Lacking the structure to love 'em
Smoke til I'm dumb and don't function
I'm dead and I'm dying,
My head is just fried from these crumpled discussions
I'm crumbling, fuck it, I'm gone
Please smoke me up in the bong
Putting more effort into it, but screw it
Half of these people don't fuck with my songs, what, am I wrong?
What am I on? Everything's wrong
The surface is cracking, my purpose is blackened
I work and I rap and I stagnate
Perfectly capture the rat race
They say that I copy the black race, and shit, they might be right
I see why that give 'em a bad taste,
But shit, I'm just trying to write
I don't want nothing but bubble,
Crawl through the rough and the rubble
This rap shit is nothing but trouble
How y'all expect me to grow? I keep on cutting the stubble
Stuck in a bubble. Keep busting my bubble, that's bad news
They never could keep me in classrooms
I keep on showing my ass, just showing my ass,
I guess I'm a baboon
Huffing and puffing the gas,
Gassing me up like I been a damn Hess truck
Wishing me the best luck, see nobody told me that Ness sucks, no
Fuck man, fucking rain all up in the fucking session and shit?
Man, it's just like, fuck it
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Writer(s): William J Masters
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