Introduction of a Fuck Niggah

Nigga back again Self deprecating rap again Los anderson he left But still bereft I feel like crap again Friends lost, enemies made Money lost, no debt repaid Feeling lost and seeking graves Misbehave but work like a slave Hating everything I love Loving everything I hate Tell me can you relate Knowing nothing and feeling fake And I'm face to face with my destiny Circumstances rejected me Google search for the recipe Seeing life more objectively Hawk, I'm fly like i'm steven Can't talk and barely breathing I search for sleep in the evening Afraid and don't know the reason The end is near I done seent it Destruction it looks so scenic Castastrophe all this blasphemy Who will rise like a phoenix Yall make me feel like a genius But I just think wit my penis 3 billion people are evil How many folks come from venus The morning star loosely listens I'm flipping out in the kitchen Losing all of my say so Grew devil horns and a halo I been feeling so conflicted like Am I a good person or am I Just another f*ck niggah Whassup Put ya hands up nigga Hands up nigga Say wassup Whassup To a f*ck nigga Hands up Whassup To a f*ck nigga Hands up Whassup To a f*ck nigga Who am I Iono maybe i'm tripping Or maybe its just self deprecation I'm facing Or maybe its the lack of inspiration Adjacent I mean Whassup In this identity crisis I pray to God I can fight it My inner flame turn to cinder Struggle so I can ig No no no This aint it This aint it Ok how about I just tell everybody How much of an asshole I actually am The asshole is in me Its coming out of my jimmy Its screaming gimme more gimme My actin could win an emmy My rappin is just a gimmick My finicky nature hates it I'm posturing for the status Fake til i'm the greatest but Don't we all do that Everybody who rap Ain't how you make it Just be yourself Who dat I'm saying I hide my real feelings So you all would like If I said what I was really thinking I bet you all would fight me And I hate all I hate it Basic bitches don't debate it Mainstream Whether its symptomatic Pragmatism, it don't change things My asshole-ism is hidden Just below the surface My behavior is glitch ridden Tryna be so perfect FEELING WORTHLESS I been searching for my purpose Sitting in this church Watching satan preach to pagans While Juanita heals the hurt And I been hurting Feeling pain I didn't know the trigga So the result was the introduction of A f*ck nigga Whassup