Bad Rap's Ghost

I'm sick of losing hope. Man, I'm over it, yeah Skipping sleep, I suppose I'll get the rest when I'm dead Like I say I can rap, but that won't pay the rent I'm sick of feeling lost, all over again It's onerous, and honestly I'm bent out of shape Feels like everywhere I look, it's the bitter I taste In my own damn blood, that funnels the rage Am I the snake? I don't care, get the f*ck out my face What? My kids don't have 'cause their wack, broke dad Doesn't make enough at work, so he whines in his notepad I'm a rapper. Yeah right. That's a fuckin' joke man Take a smoke break, pour a glass. You are so trash Man, f*ck that! I guess I gotta be better Put the pedal to the floor, until I'm gone I wont let up Won't take a step back, grind the axe and then step up Launch that bitch - across the fuckin' meta Get up in their face, yeah, right in the feed I'ma punch above my weight. You like what you see Simple rhymes for the bell curve, one-fifteen I promise I ain't playing. I am not you, geek I ingest, I body the beat Vegan whores online, they devour the meat You don't own her - whatever that means Get a lease for a beat with another nine free Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero Snatchin' sad sad souls. With they plays all stuck on zero You lab rats chose the tank, but call me weirdo Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero What-chu all think? This a little pity party Oh? Poor Dally. Yeah, I'm just getting started You wanna take my place? Let's try we can barter I hold the crown - biggest zero on the market Like Witt said, "I'm on my rise" Simple raps for the bell curve, one-one-five Giving everything I have, just to watch recycled tracks At the top of every list, while I build The Brothers Vice I can rap in circles 'til I open up a wormhole Then I'll pound on my chest, 'til I'm fuckin' turnin' purple Ten pounds in a vest, one-hundred-sixty soaking wet But I fuckin' dare you! Tell me all about commercial Sales, like I give a f*ck. Bet Rent a couple hoes and a photobooth jet Red man's "Don't You Miss" - now, that's a real flex But I doubt that comes with the same fuckin' check So I write my songs. I write my songs, to the music I love Can't bite my tongue. Can't bite my tongue, when it's all screwed up Inside my palm - a gift from my dad that I used-ta Have as a kid, when I felt like a bitch Kept-ta myself, 'til y'all chewed up Hold my nose to the grind stone In the back of my home Smoke like a signal In a no-fly zone Stacking up the bricks Maybe that's my throne Hot topics don't fit Fat bitch, tight clothes I was gonna avoid Coming to destroy Some of y'all get so dumb There's no choice A momma leaves To vay-cay, then Detroit Pray for Jailyn Bring on the heat lord Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero Snatchin' sad sad souls. With they plays all stuck on zero You lab rats chose the tank, but call me weirdo Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero Reading minds like a crystal - I can get inside your head I do fine with a pencil, and I'll back it up with lead Rhymes pretty simple, like a bum, smokin' meth There's a time when the chisel wasn't auto - like you wrecks All I ever wanted was respect I'm gentle. Y'all took that - and made it my weakness All ever wanted was respect It's mental. You made the good men the rejects So I write my songs. I write my songs, to the music I love Can't bite my tongue. Can't bite my tongue, when it's all screwed up Inside my palm - a gift from my dad that I used-ta Have as a kid, when I felt like a bitch Kept-ta myself, 'til y'all chewed up Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero Snatchin' sad sad souls. With they plays all stuck on zero You lab rats chose the tank, but call me weirdo Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero