No Respect

Aight. Yo Ayo. yo yo You know... I just feel like I ain't never been the cool guy I ain't never had nobody give me No respect Whatever. Yo I don't deserve respect I been hurting yes 'Cause I'm in my bills Like a turtle neck (yup) Up to the neck So I jump to the track Like the old Eminem To a Percocet I been a nervous wreck I been lurking yes Tryin' to find out where The motherfucking work is at 'Cause I went to my job And I burned it down 'Cause that's prolly where I Caught that herpes at! (Haha) Now I'm pissed off And I'm hungry man but Eating food like "I don't wanna man" 'Cause I never wanna let no one Down again (aww) Especially not my mama man I'm really not that cool And I can't afford no school And I just wanna do the rap thing And I've got nowhere to go And you just don't understand 'Cause you just don't wanna man up And admit you don't have Shit on me You rap just like a bitch I don't have no fucking record deal But maybe I should 'Cause y'all listening to Cardi B Thinking that she's good (aha!) I came from the bottom I get no respect And I see these little girls They got no neck And I try to be humble But f*ck that 'Cause you got me laughing at you Like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I came from the bottom I get no respect And I see these little girls They got no neck And I try to be humble But f*ck that 'Cause you got me laughing at you Like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha You don't know half the shit About half the shit About half the spit That I've writ and the shit That I've took When I look back Man I should write a book 'Cause it makes me shook man Nah not really I don't give a f*ck I just wanna be silly I just wanna put an ugly baby In your belly I deserve to be slapped And rejected I deserve to be hated, degraded Berated, paraded, and dreaded And spited, discredited, And maybe beheaded I'm faded and ready to Let you get at me Call me a name Give me attention Spank me baby Teach me a lesson I'm betting you can't 'Cause there is no message That you could be telling As well as a felon This fella you witnessing Killing it Telling it Spilling his guts And he's willing to tell you To all go to hell with him Tell him he's wack Tell him he's crap Remind him that he isn't Black when he raps A'ight that's cool That's fair game But you gotta respect His hair game 'Cause he kinda looking like Post Malone Except not fat (leave Post alone!) Austins best song Ain't as good as Preskitts Worst song And M looks better With no shirt on And goes to the club and Gets his flirt on This fingers for all the girls who Gave me shit A giant f*ck you bigger than Jay Z's lips You think I love you? You crazy bitch I just love money So pay me bitch So can buy a couch Yeah I'm lazy bitch And I'm better on the Mic And I'm better in a fight With a fist or a knife Than a bitch or a dike And I'm giving some light To the fact that I been told; take you a hike And I'm like Better than ninety percent of you Any given night Money don't mean happiness That's the fucking shit That white rich People tell you when they sit Right up on they leather couch In they house made of bricks In the burbs And they kids run around With they kicks And they hoverboards Talking bout When the new Drake song coming out Who gives a f*ck You little fucking bitch You li'l faggot rappers Can all suck a dick Mumbling, and stumbling And bumbling F*ck being humble then I'm done with it Y'all lost me now And I rap like a thug But get less respect than Bill Cosby now 'Cause I came from the bottom I get no respect And I see these little girls They got no neck And I try to be humble But f*ck that 'Cause you got me laughing at you Like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I came from the bottom I get no respect And I see these little girls They got no neck And I try to be humble But f*ck that 'Cause you got me laughing at you Like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Haha. Ayo. I just never get no respect. You know what I'm saying. Even though I'm better Than ninety nine percent of yall It's whatever though. I'll let my rhymes speak for themselves. Haha. Yo. Peace. Bitches