You Wouldn't Understand

I hate myself but I know I can't be nobody else (I can't) I pray God take the pain away, still never changed how I felt One of his strong warriors, guess that's the cards I'm dealt I hope I never fold, but a hit seems far as hell (damn) Growing up, kids told me that I was weird, short, and null Lie to my face, ironically, called me Pinocchio (I get it) So here I am like sixteen years after the start of drama Last few years, shit took from someone's Equals my college degree, nada Still a damn hard worker, motherfuckin Underrated rapper From the underground until I make the family proud And mama I hope you know that none of this Wouldn't happen if you ain't Tell me to not pass out on my dream When I was bout to faint The trauma and the drama Scarred me just like stigmatas Zolofts, Xannies & Ganja Still ain't make Medulla Oblongata Hakuna Matata, bout as calm as Dahmer Eat rappers just like bologna With no sweat, but I will son a MC like I'm their father Jeeze Get's scary with no G's Get's scary with no GPS No direction Me? I thought I had it mapped out Like I knew geography But my life is odd though (auto) Such a weird biography I put the blame on others Sluts and bullies, all the same Put the blame on my brain OCD, for all my pain Put the blame on my damn health That control over I ain't Got it or no wealth But I'm done playing the lame cause (Tell 'em Hunt!) Out of all the characters I choose to be the main Y'all living in my fucking world Don't like it here's a plain And simple explanation how you end up In my lane Oh wait, you never do Y'all drifted off So I can't share my plan You were always involved Til you stopped giving a damn That goes for all you bastards Who burnt me til I was tanned And all the women who broke my heart Or ran I hope y'all doing good enough to suck my motherfucking balls, again I may remind you of a wannabe Who started off as bland Now y'all turned into fans Look out and see the ones who count And the ones who on the bandwagon I'm wagging my finger And hope that y'all get damned For not believing in me when I first told you my plans In fact, you said I would grow to be a no one Homeless with a can That you would put a penny in Just to kick it out my hand I still might not have all the bands That I sometimes say on rants But New Jersey, f*ck it, USA I'm back to run this land Unapologetic, the Hunt ain't no other man What exactly made me like this You wouldn't understand God, you wouldn't understand