Hypocrite

Yo
All these fucking people
Fucking complaining about every fucking little thing
Drives me fucking crazy, I swear to God
Like shut the fuck up
No one cares
Fucking walking around talking like everybody cares about your fucking problems
It's fucking ridiculous

Maniac talking, popping off at the jaws to anyone that's involved
Ain't playing these rap songs?
I'm popping that shock value
So much I lost count of
Shit I said but run you're mouth and get knocked out
I've had it up to here, been at it for three years
Don't matter cuz these tears are about all dried up
Now I'm bouta take off, someone get me the launchpad, it's war motherfucker
Compare me Al-Qaeda
Swear I'll hit my target, bitch I ain't lost sight of
Now I'm in a position, the shit's about to get different
The only options to make it and grind till I cost diamonds
Everything I know fell apart and I'm not lying
Almost to the point where rather go get a shotgun
Take your money from you and then I'ma still pop ya
Apparently the style I have's just not proper
For some reason this genre off rap is not popular
Pissed off at the world, I think I'ma start tweaking
Bitch I'm not sure, I feel like I stopped breathing
I suffocate myself till I'm feeling the pulse beating
Such a strain on my health, but fuck it I stopped eating
Need the hunger to push me take me outa the canopy
I just really want to be taking care of my family
Support the man who raised and who always took care of me
Cuz everything that's happened don't fucking seem fair to me

Outlandish shit I say filled with venom
Not how I planned this I swear but still I
Throw tantrums daily, but that don't phase me
I work too hard for this shit

I pout, can't stand the way I feel within I'm
About to vanish real quick but then I
Know I can't, I'm angry, that's how they made me
I know that karma's a bitch

I'm toxic, I spit fucking stomach acid when talking
I vomit at the sound of you motherfuckers that's soft as a motherfucking feather
Fuck you, go get a backbone
I'll pick you up and spin you around like a fucking rag doll
Bitch about the fact that nobody fucking likes you
Be a bitch to everybody then act like you're suicidal
When there's real shit in this world but you sit there in disbelief when
You don't treat others how you would wanna be treated
This whole new style I swear I just don't get it
Finger nails painted and choker chains on their necks
And all these new artists just sound the same it's pathetic
They just mimic Wayne with half the talent and credit
They all fucking suck I just hope that they don't inspire
The next artist up with their ghost writer they hired
They lucked into the fame
They just suck with their lame boring ass flow with no energy on the stage

I feel like a hypocrite, I just bitch at shit
But I don't give a fuck about your problems
Cuz I won't solve them, that shit just bothers me
What do you think this is?

But then I complain about the shit I deal with
Expecting y'all to just pretend to feel it
And be involved and pretend I'm popular
I feel like a hypocrite

I'm not done, thought it's bad in the last verse?
I just got drugged and started yapping these bad words
More to come, bitch you better just strap your
Seatbelt in the buckle, won't bite my tongue for these bastards
Fuck these little groups and these boy bands, and this punk rock
Hip-hop mashed up genre that these fucks want
Whatever happened to pure rapping for earned status
This current crap is equivalent to a dirt nap and
No role model, swear to God I'll just load hollows point it at her lungs and pull that shit if She don't swallow
That's what it's like when you talk to me, there's no urgency
I don't like talking so spare me the common courtesy
Listening to problems is like describing a murder scene
But I have the audacity to ask 'em stop ignoring me
Ironic ain't it? It's funny it just occurred to me
If I don't make connections it's clear that you've never heard of me
I don't want attention, that just sounds like a nightmare
I'm a hypocrite, that's complaining "why ain't life fair?"
Yeah right there, exactly what I hate most
I just fight air and punch the wall in the same holes
A metaphor that ain't hit but came close
Like my catalogue, I just make shit that ain't blow
Yeah I know it's a fucking cliché, but you can suck my dick till your throats sore and your knees ache
Think I'm letting up? Well it's clear that you don't see straight
But I understand it, really, because these days
Top artists are Future or lil T Jay
And I'm not hating, well maybe just a wee, aye
Still pissed off at the world, kick stomp and I slur lyrics off of the top till you listen when I'm dropping a verse
Fuck anyone who don't like me, it's not gonna work
Get stripped bare, take the cloth, let it burn

I feel like a hypocrite, I just bitch at shit
But I don't give a fuck about your problems
Cuz I won't solve them, that shit just bothers me
What do you think this is?

But then I complain about the shit I deal with
Expecting y'all to just pretend to feel it
And be involved and pretend I'm popular
I feel like a hypocrite

I feel like a hypocrite, I just bitch at shit
But I don't give a fuck about your problems
Cuz I won't solve them, that shit just bothers me
What do you think this is?

But then I complain about the shit I deal with
Expecting y'all to just pretend to feel it
And be involved and pretend I'm popular
I feel like a hypocrite